I wrote the other day about trying to be more true to myself, and not shy away from any potential conflict my true desires might create.
Well, today I was put in my place by the person I least expected that to happen from – my chiropractor.
I like my chiropractor – he’s skilled, friendly, a bit sarcastic and most importantly, is helping my hip heal. But he’s always been more of a joker. Teasing me about wearing my UNC sweatshirt the weekend after they lost in the NCAA tournament. Telling me bad jokes about parenting. Things like that.
Today, he said in his normal, casual voice – “Look, I know you are a busy Mom, but you got to take care of yourself.” He took the example of the shoes I was wearing. They are old (way too old for me to admit how long I’ve had them), worn and give me no support. I only wear them when running errands – I have nice, new exercise shoes. But he was like, look, you need to support yourself no matter what you are doing. Wow. He was talking about my body and footwear choice, but it hit me where I needed to hear it.
Yep, I put everybody first. That’s how I was raised as a good southern girl. And I like the way I was raised – and am not saying that it is a bad thing to want to care for others. But you shouldn’t neglect yourself. And he’s right – I do.
I do things for myself while my son is at preschool, like exercise, and feel like I’ve done my self care. And while that is self care, I would never, ever go to an exercise class while my son is not at preschool – I would never “burden” my husband with having to care for him. That’s just silly and needs to stop. My husband is fully capable of caring for him. And I am perfectly capable of taking care of myself.