It’s so easy for me to see your failures as opportunities for growth. Your challenges as enviable badges of honor. Your beauty as beauty and potential as truth. Perspective and positivity come easy like a summer breeze. Who cares if your house is messy? Just because you lost your shit doesn’t mean you’re losing your shit. When you do something wrong, there’s always a next time. Certainly, you can handle anything.
I want to see me, the way I see you.
Overall I’m having more “good” days than “bad” days right now. After a string of good days, the bad ones still catch me off guard. Is it grief? Is it motherhood? Is it an aggro-crag of PMS? Is it just a hard day?
My dedicated brain is always trying to understand and find an explanation for the spontaneous feelings and happenings in my days.
During the hard ones, I (sometimes frantically) pull out my road map of tactics and try to remind myself that I’m not back at the beginning, but just having a hard day.
With grief, new losses amidst the bigger loss are emerging. The loss of Father’s Day, our family unit as we knew it and the simplicity of nachos with jalapeños at baseball games. The loss of me, as I knew her.
When I have conversations with my future self, the one who has that “my kids are now wiping their own ass” glow, she always comes with one clear message.
You will never regret showing yourself compassion.
She goes on to say…
What you are going through is hard.
Asking for more help is necessary.
Not feeling like you can do your job of motherhood everyday is okay.
Wondering if it will always be this hard is normal.
She doesn’t say to try harder or do more or get a new job, she just says:
Be kind and take care of yourself.
Hard Day Road Map
- EFT – tapping
- Constant prayer and putting up a force field around me of love and support from my guardian angels and God (sounds a little “woo woo” like Oprah would say, but it helps immediately)
- Meditation – I love the Calm App
- Stream of consciousness writing
- Getting outside for walk or a swim
- Walking barefoot around our front yard
- Calling someone or meeting up with a friend
- Crying and allowing the feelings