Self Care seems to be a new buzz word these days. Gone are the days of myrtar-matriarchs who serve as superwoman at the whims of all her family members. We no longer admire those hyper-functional, over-caffienated, selfless people. Well, damn. I had that routine down! And I was good at it! It isn’t all that bad.
- I wasn’t too tired. Well, maybe I just got used to fatigue and mistaked it for regular energy levels.
- I was never sick. Unless, I was and didn’t have time to notice.
- I was thin (-ish). Although, that could be because sometimes in my haste to feed everyone else I forgot to feed myself, and then the next thing I knew it was 9pm and I was eating an entire pizza by myself.
How does this self-care stuff work anyway? Will the toddler burn down the house while I am lounging about in a hammock? Will the baby starve because I am busy enjoying a four-course dinner? Will the neat house police come and arrest me if I go to bed without cleaning up the toys and dishes? Probably not. Anyway, let’s face it, there is only a finite amount of coffee in this town. And besides:
- Triple espressos do not equal a good night’s rest
- Unnoticed illness does not equal wellness
- Thin does not equal healthy
So, maybe there is something to the self-care movement. Maybe women, mothers especially, could use some personal goals and rewards. Starting small should help set us up for success.
- Eat two fruits every day.
- Work at building a stronger (not thinner) body.
- Finish a book (or two even!)
- Go to bed at bedtime, even if the to-do list is not finished
If you cannot take care of yourself, then how can you care for others? If myself is not my best, then all those I care for will not be getting the best either.