Please to enjoy Tricia.
I was a long time lurker on her blog before I commented and subsequently lured her over to our neck of the woods & Im excited to have her here.
I spent a large part of last week slathering lotion on my sunburned and peeling skin. I’d love to show you a visual at this point, but my husband assured me nobody would want to see a picture of it. So you’ll just have to use your imagination.
Why was I slowly shedding my skin? Because I had spent a few days in The Keys which of course entails bathing suits, sundresses (appropriately named apparently) and only a thin obligatory smear of sun block on my shoulders and nose.
Meanwhile anytime my son goes swimming I spend 30 minutes applying a thick coat of sunscreen and make him wear this:
What does that tell me? That I spend a lot more time and energy focusing on my sons well being than my own, which is a demon I thought I had conquered.
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t think its a bad thing to take care of your loved ones. But I do think it is just as important, if not more so, to take care of yourself. This is a lesson I learned the hard way.
When my son was born I vowed to be the perfect mother. As an infant he only had breast milk and then as he moved onto food I only allowed him to eat organic. Meanwhile I lived off of Taco Bell and Wendy’s.
I obsessed over whether or not my son was getting enough “tummy time” (the baby equivalent to exercise), meanwhile the only form of exercise I got was pacing the floor as I bounced and rocked my son to sleep. Oh yeah…I guess those trips to the refrigerator should count too.
In fact I spent so much time devoted to worrying about him that I remember asking his pediatrician how much light he needed in the house. I was consumed with the fear that our lights were too bright and they were bad for him. So I switched out the bulbs and then I was worried that the house was too dim and his eyes wouldn’t develop properly.
All of that and I never took the time to worry about my own health and visit MY doctor.
Finally when my beautiful baby boy turned one, we both had checkups. HE was perfectly healthy and advanced developmentally. I however, was morbidly obese and had high blood pressure.
He was ready to run, and I couldn’t keep up.
I had both succeeded and failed in being the perfect mother.
Shortly after I changed that “perfect mother” vow to another pledge; I promised myself that I would take control of my life. I would be healthy.
A year later and it was time to see our doctors again. Once again, my son was deemed healthy and advanced developmentally. At my appointment I was no longer morbidly obese, but very happily in the healthy weight range.
And my blood pressure was completely normal.
Guess what I found out? I am able to take better care of my family now that I am taking care of myself. I can’t claim to be a perfect mother, but I can without a doubt claim to be a HEALTHY mother. I set a good example, and the gift of health is one of the best things I can pass along to my son.
Are you ready to put yourself first?
Who will you share the gift of health with?