Came to a decision, this weekend. Thinking I'll make September a *self care* month.
What's springboarded this is our oldest son moving to Florida this week. He applied for a job down there, was hired sight unseen, and will be moving with his girlfriend on Thursday. This being the girlfriend with the online web presence/job which will be unspoken from now on. Disturbing to hug him when he left our house last night, not knowing when we'll see him again. We had a taco dinner in his honor, and my husband's voice was shaky (which never happens) as he prayed over our son before he drove off.
I have to learn to pray and let go. A momma struggles with this. I think as long as this son was in town I felt an inner comfort knowing he was near. Unfortunately Florida is a hotbed (the irony) of inappropriate behavior, if you know where to look. Praying the Damascus Road flies up and hits our son in the face, if you catch my meaning.
So back to September...a month of personal kindness, long overdue. Forgiving myself when I simply can't do things, whether mental or physical. Healing the brokenness. Slowing down and taking care.
Sounds so easy, but requires so much dedication and focus.
Or maybe it doesn't. Maybe this rest just calls on me to stop. Walk more slowly, take on less, and not beat myself up. I'm so good at that.
Here's to all of us caring about ourselves just a tiny bit more.