Lately, I’ve had several conversations with fellow moms who raise a dismissive hand at the idea of self care. They consider the term to be a joke — because no one has time to take care of themselves in the midst of the modern-day madness of momming.
And I get it.
There are certain days that I, too — even as a self-care advocate — throw my hands in the air and wonder if I’ll ever be able to consistently find time for me, or to create enough space in my mind to allow calm to find its way in so I can fight for any semblance of balance in my life.
I can detail dozens of thoughts that have told me that self care was a lost cause. I can recall several conversations with people who told me to take care of myself, and I responded by saying “It’s impossible! I don’t have any TIME!” I can see posts by my fitness-focused friends encouraging people to move their bodies, while I lay on my couch in complete exhaustion from a day of wrangling two toddlers and a newborn and thought “They don’t understand… they don’t live my life.”
It’s not easy. I also don’t ever want to give up on trying.