I’ve had this morning to myself and am feeling so much better for the long sleep and time to be in stillness and inaction with myself.
Life has felt so difficult recently. I’ve been at the bottom of my reserves and have felt myself coiled like a spring, about to snap (or whatever it is a spring does when it’s pushed beyond its limits!).
But this time has been different from all the other times I’ve felt like this.
Instead of pushing through until I snap, I’ve been able to recognise where I am and have done things differently.
I’ve shared how much I’m struggling (to differing degrees) with friends (you included in that category, my friend), family and work colleagues.
I’ve asked Gregg to step up to allow myself to not ‘have to be’ strong, self-contained, coping when life with a baby, full-time work and no time for myself is too much.
I’ve taken the decision to slowly stop breastfeeding so I can have some more freedom and space outside of the role of ‘mum’ in my life – something that will benefit Jenson far more than the nutrients he gets from me. A mum that is less frazzled, not resentful for the role she feel obliged to take, role modelling what is means to have healthy boundaries and prioritising her needs.
I’ve taken Thursday evenings for myself to meet up with friends, take classes, go out and be me.
I’ve booked a weekend away by myself at the end of June on a self-development course of sorts to get some space in such a packed period of time.
And as I reflect on all that I’ve done, I’m more grateful than ever for what Jenson, my son, has brought to me.
You see, before I would have kept on struggling.
Due to not having the responsibility of parenthood, I would have coped with the expectations of other people that I put on myself without challenging them.
I wouldn’t have had such an urge that I have now to break down the roles I take which are ones I don’t want to hold.
I don’t disagree with being all these things. But I found myself being unable to be anything other than that.
I couldn’t be weak, apart from too my closest friends and family.
I struggled with being ‘selfish’ and prioritising myself.
I had made strides to share more of myself, through this blog, but it didn’t go further than that because it didn’t need to.
But with my son here, I want him to know more than anything that he doesn’t have to be ‘strong’ all the time. I want him to see me reach out for help and, in doing so, know that it’s ok for him to do the same thing.
I want him to self-prioritise. Not to the detriment of other people – sending a big ‘F you’ to others – but so that he has enough resources to live out of abundance.
I want him to have the freedom to share what’s going on for him. And if he takes after his father – a wonderful ‘steady Eddie’ of a man – he won’t need to much. But if he has my sensibility and a gentleness (that which I see in many men around me, including my brother), I want him to be able to share what’s going on for him, because he’s seen me do that and he knows it’s ok. He doesn’t have to be an island.
And so while it’s pushed me to my very limits, his arrival on this planet, I can’t help but feel that he has been sent to me to teach me these things.
And so while it’s hard to be in this place, I know that I’m where I’m meant to be.