A few months ago my son, Louie and I were lounging around in my bed on a Saturday evening taking turns reading to each other, and he set the book down and gave me a stern look. He said "Mom, I have to talk to you about something. You are really good at taking care of me and all kinds of other stuff, but you really suck at taking care of yourself. You should do more nice things for you."
I sat there a minute or so, wondering what the hell do I say to that.....? Not much I could say really. He was right. I also have to point out, that when your 11 year old has the perspective to point this out to you, it feels a little unnerving, okay, okay, a lot unnerving actually. I realized that I really didn't think about myself all that much at all.
My first action item was to commit to buying myself flowers every Sunday, and to try to think about myself a little more often. We all need to.... and we all deserve flowers on Sundays.
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