Decide, Declare, Act
Recently I was looking at some baby pictures of Charlie, and I remembered how much he made me laugh even if he was being challenging. In my reverie I also remembered how difficult it could be to realize I needed to take care of myself. It usually seemed that I had to be at my wit’s end to recognize what it was that I needed.
When my toddlers were at their wit’s end, I had to get the focus back onto myself and what I felt I needed, otherwise I was no good to my children in any way, shape or form.
It’s much easier to see in hindsight, of course: Realizing that I needed to stop talking and act. It wasn’t talking that they responded to anyway. It was my vibe, my certainty. If I didn’t attend to my needs of hunger or fatigue I couldn’t function well as a caretaker. I’ve come to believe that I couldn’t ruin my childen’s life by having my own needs, or by being ”imperfect” or even by sometimes losing my temper. I’ve come to realize that I had to be real, and being real included all the gory details of being an imperfect human being. I do remember sometimes babbling at a fussy, twisty-turny baby - I’m sorry, I love you to death, but I am at the end of my rope here and my patience has run out…I’m sorry I yelled – that’s what happens to everybody sometimes…You will survive this – You are so loved…I’m sorry that you are distressed…I am here and I love you, I just need to remove myself from you for a little while to regroup and rest…we both need to take a little nap… and we’ll see each other after that… I love you…
Then I had to stop talking and act, and KNOW that everything was okay and they were okay. The further I was from my own self-care, the harder it could be to decide, declare and act. But it usually was the absolutely best thing for them and me!


