by Amy | Dec 9, 2011 | mama confessions
My Dad had a successful operation this morning! I’m so relieved and feel like I can finally breathe again. It’s so strange how much this has weighed on me and the rest of my family over the past month, but it has definitely taken its toll. I have been a nervous wreck thinking about it, but all went well. He had surgery on his carotid arteries early this morning after he had a TIA (mini stroke) back in November. The doctors originally thought it was about 50-70% blockage, but after they did the surgery they realized it was much more than that. Thank GOD they got it in time and he can now just recover and we can all relax a little!
The way I feel now explains why I have been so down lately. I was waiting for this, and even though I was continuing to live my life and take care of my household, I couldn’t shake the fact that my Dad was about to undergo a very risky surgery. I’m so glad it’s over!
Over the past few weeks, I’ve been reminded about how life just continues to move on despite tragedy, sickness, loss of family members, world disasters, etc… These past few weeks, all I’ve wanted to do is go within and quiet my restless spirit, but I couldn’t. I had to take care of my children. They needed to be played with, fed, bathed and no matter how bad I wanted it to, my world did not stop for a second. In a way, that’s a good thing. I would have worried myself into a frenzy had I had enough time. But, I wish I could have been more present with my kids over these few weeks and not been so worried and uptight. I also wish I would have been nicer and not so short with my husband or distant from my girlfriends. I don’t know why, but I just couldn’t deal.
Anyway…that’s all I want to say today. I’m at a loss for words (for once) and don’t have much to write other than the fact that I am very very very grateful that all is OK with my Dad. I can’t wait to go up there and hug him and give him a big kiss. I can’t wait to spend Christmas with my family.
by Amy | Dec 6, 2011 | mama confessions
This past week I was able to semi-look outside of myself and say, “Amy…you will be OK and tomorrow is a new day.” After 37 years, you would think I would grasp this timeless truth and know that I’m not going crazy. Well, maybe I am a little crazy. But the point is, usually…in all my years of flipping out, I am fine the next day…or maybe, the next week…but, I’m always eventually fine again. I may be changed by an experience or a mood swing, but in the end, I always seem to live through it.
I love what Tony Robbins says — that it takes being in a place of pain to make a radical change in your life. This is sad but so true. He uses the example of the 300 lb. person who has to buy two plane tickets instead of one because the seats aren’t big enough. For me, the pain has been letting myself slip through the cracks. I thought I was capable of enduring that. You don’t realize how quickly and unnoticeably you can just begin to stop caring about yourself and your own needs until it’s already happened. And, I love that Renee Trudeau points out that making self care a priority doesn’t have anything to do with pampering or pedicures or shopping splurges. This is about normal everyday self-care. This is about giving yourself a time out and putting all else aside in order to breathe and be and feel and unwind and regroup.
I just spoke with my wonderful friend and neighbor, Eleanor, and she mentioned to me how she makes Friday evenings her Mommy time. After she gets the kids fed, she sneaks out of the house for some alone time. She said that sometimes she just goes to Target…or Starbucks…or Barnes and Noble, but the point is, she’s alone. I love that idea! She also mentioned that when she stays home and tries to take time for herself, the downtime never happens and she ends up feeling frustrated and resentful. Even if her husband leaves with the kids, she still looks around the house and sees things that are begging to be done.
This is SO true! I always thought it was my anal retentive nature that needs everything a certain way. That might have been the case before having children, but now, the issue has more to do with pressing things that absolutely, unquestionably need to be done. When you have kids, you can’t let the laundry go (at least not for too long). You can’t not plan what you’re having for dinner (at least not every night). You simply always have something that needs to be done. And, inevitably, when you’re trying to take care of your own needs, you will most likely (like my girlfriend Jenn) be faced with a sick kid, a pressing deadline at work, a babysitter who cancels or countless other things that demand for you to, once again, put yourself aside.
All that said, I love my life. I do not say anything to complain, but merely to attempt to shed some light on how I must move forward and redefine what self care now means for me. Like I said in a previous post, self care used to be things like manicures, bubble baths, going to the salon and getting my hair done, reading a good book or phoning a friend. Now, I still enjoy those things, but self care must take on a new meaning for me. Even if I can only grab it in 5 minute increments, I have to set aside time to breathe and recenter. It’s like putting the oxygen mask on myself before I can put it on my kids.
Throughout the months of October and November, I wrote gratitude lists at the end of all my posts. I loved this, but now I am going to change things up a bit and start a project on self care. For each post, I will attempt to list or state something I would like to do in order to make me feel better. It’s like a commitment to writing morning pages from Julia Cameron’s book, The Artist’s Way. My long time friend Sarah and I always used to send each other lists of things we should do to help zap a mean red day, so some of my goals might closely resemble that.
So, without further ado…
- Today, I took time to make a yummy pot of chili for dinner tonight. This feeds my soul as well as my tummy. Can’t wait to eat it.
- I am writing this blog post while the kids are sleeping instead of picking up the house, putting dishes in the dishwasher or putting laundry away.
- Tonight I will pick out a good book to start reading and it won’t be a self help book or a book about child rearing or babies.
Baby just woke up! Gotta go!
by Amy | Dec 5, 2011 | mama confessions
I must admit, I’m finding this whole plight of “self care” rather difficult to employ right now. Funny thing is, we’re talking about ME here — someone who never made two bones about taking care of myself in the past. I never would have sacrificed my serenity, my work outs, my sanity, my rest, my hair color, my toe nails, my vacuum lines in the carpet for a date with the queen before I had kids. But now, I’m finding it hard to obtain one MINUTE to myself long enough to even post in this blog!
I’ve written numerous blog posts over the past week that still remain in my draft folder. Perhaps this one will too. The problem is, I have never been able to finish writing one over the past few weeks without being interrupted by a child who awakes, losing my train of thought or merely falling asleep while writing. And the funny part of it is, I’m very sad about it. I want to write in this blog, dammit! I want to do a lot of things actually, but this blog has been my place of healing, and I desperately need it to gain some clarity and hopefully insight into this wonderful chaotic life I’m living. I hope people don’t ever think I’m using it as a brain dump, but admittedly, I think I have been doing that lately. Oh well…sorry!
If you haven’t been following my non-posts or any of my posts before my non-posting, I recently took a telecourse entitled, A New Way of Being, and one of the classes really hit home for me on the topic of self-care. This seems like such an easy shift. In my feeble mind, I was thinking, “Oh yeah…I need to do that!” as if it was as easy as just deciding to do it and moving forward on the path. That’s how life has always worked for me. I decided I wanted to major in Music Education, so I did. I decided that I wanted to travel abroad, so I did. I decided when I was putting on few extra pounds that I needed to nip that in the bud and get the weight off, so I did. In the past, I have decided to do a lot of things and done them. This time, however, it is not so easy.
(Let me interrupt my train of thought to write a disclaimer to those who may be reading: I am not throwing a pity party or meaning to complain about motherhood. I love my life and my beautiful children. I am not depressed, although I might be if you read this post and write me a frantic email asking me if I am. I am not regretting becoming a mother, although some days I would love the peace of a quiet house where I’m free to do whatever I want when I want. There are people in this world who have bigger fish to fry than I do and worse problems to deal with than sleep deprivation and lack of time. I’m aware of that. I am merely writing my stream of consciousness and hoping to gain some perspective while doing so.)
OK, so now that I’m back to what I was thinking, I realize very clearly that I will not be able to finish this blog post either as my 3 year old is running around the house naked and screaming for joy as he just got of the shower with his Dad (his new favorite pastime) and my 6-month old just awoke from his very short (15 min) nap. So, in an effort to quickly wrap things up, I will say that I am struggling with this thing called self care. I don’t know if it exists for mothers…let alone, for anyone. We work our fingers to the bone to make ends meet. We work our butts off as parents. We work too hard as singers. We our a culture of butt busting, over extending, over engaging and non break taking. And, ironically, we have it pretty good in comparison to former generations or other cultures who don’t have the luxuries we do.
I will talk more about this later (ha ha ha ha) when I am able to get back here. It’s an interesting topic that needs some investigating. It’s certainly fun to imagine and dream of being a possibility.
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