
Lately, I’ve been battling bedtime. When the kids go to bed, I find I’m torn between three choices: clean house, go to bed myself or take some time to do something for me (before the baby wakes up, again).
The other day I had a conversation with someone who asked what I do for me, how I relax and unwind. To be honest, I’m rarely ever intentional about taking time for me. Usually, I just sneak in a Facebook post or work on the blog, but that’s still not something I’ve managed to do regularly–there’s nothing I’m purposefully doing daily to quiet my mind and renew my soul.
As such, there are times when I feel as though there’s not much left to give, like I’m squeezing out the last drops of my strength for my children. The reality is that, unless I take time to care for myself too, I’m probably running on empty.
In order to be the best mom I can be, I have to remember to take care of me.
I know, it can feel hard to take care of yourself. After all, no matter how many kids they have, moms give 100% of themselves all day long, so who has the time? The truth is that I think we tend to make “me time” harder than it needs to be. It can be something as simple as making a cup of tea and reading a magazine article while the kids nap or watch TV.
No matter whether you stay at home, go to work, or work from home, I would encourage you to join with me and start being intentional about finding some time to care for yourself each day. I believe doing so will make a difference both in how we feel and in the way we relate to our kids.
Me? Well, I’m planning to make some time to colour (in my adult colouring book, for the first time) alongside my kids.
Blessings,
Elise
The post, “The Best Moms Take Care of Themselves, Too” first appeared on my Facebook Page on February 12, 2016

At the end of each day I take some time to reflect on how it went. As I thought about today, I realized that I forgot to give my kids their vitamins. Once I recognized my mistake, l found myself uttering the words, “Ugh! I’m such a bad mom.”
Just yesterday my two-year-old son was doing a puzzle at the table. He had all the pieces put together correctly, except the last piece. That last piece frustrated him because he was adamant that it fit in a certain way and it wasn’t working. It was difficult for him to see that the piece didn’t fit because it was meant to go in differently. Eventually, he called out to me for help, and I showed him how to turn it. After the piece was rotated, it fell into place, and the picture was complete.