I remember the exact moment it clicked for me. My mom was over at my house. I was sitting in my rocking chair with my baby, Deen, and I started crying. Out of nowhere- quiet at first, and then uncontrollable, snot running down my face, ugly cry. This freaked my mom out, and starts asking me "what happened, what's wrong, why are you crying?". All I could say was, I don't know. That's when it clicked. I definitely had postpartum.
I have no idea about what goes on in the background of other people's lives or what they had to do to get to where they are and to have the things they have. All I know about other people is what they let me see... And it's crazy that the perfectly posed picture, snapped at just the right time, posted on Instagram is all it takes for me to become ungrateful for my own life.
Back to back posts!! This will probably never happen again.. BUT in honor of my first borns SIXTH birthday- my numero uno, the boy who made me a mother, stole my heart, and taught me unconditional love- I am going to posts some snippets of our conversations today.
Self care... I'm going to become an advocate on this because IT IS SO IMPORTANT. I was introduced to the idea of self-care when I started working for hospice a few years ago and I don't think I seriously applied it up until a few months ago. AND LET ME TELL YOU, I am reaping... Continue Reading →