One thing I have had to be clearer about is my boundaries. It means saying no sometimes or making my kids practice waiting. It also means making myself do something for me even when mommy guilt is banging on the back door of my brain saying I "should" be doing something else. It is a process. It is a journey. And it is a valuable lesson that I am learning and providing for my children. I need this.
I'm grateful to take some time for me in fluid ways to fit my daily needs. I'm grateful to realize how drained my cup has gotten. I'm grateful to have people reminding me to care for me. I'm grateful to love my family and do everything I can for them. But I'm grateful to also put myself back on that list. I'm grateful for the moon glowing through the clouds. I'm grateful for a quiet drive. I'm grateful for exploring activities that bring me joy. I'm grateful to seek balance and boundaries.
Where do you draw your boundaries? Who tests those lines most? What activities bring you joy?
May we remember even the caregiver needs care. May we take time for ourselves and allow others the same. Have a beautiful day!