This week I met some wonderful warrior women for pizza. This was actually a meeting for self care that happened to include pizza. Before we became moms we likely just went out to eat as often as our mediocre paychecks would allow. We had no cares of children at home, no deadlines, no other person to care for that made us aware of how special a night out is. Most moms feel this but as a Warrior it is imperative that you take time to care for yourself. It’s like the HIPAA Act, I need to say this every few months. Remind of the need, the strict policy self care should be just like the was we talk about the Act, in this blog so the readers (Warriors) know how necessary and imperative it is to take time to get away.
When we get away together it’s like music to the soul. The things that are happening at home no matter how bizarre become normalized when the Warrior mom beside you tells you that they have hired an architect to transform their home. This is so their young adult son can have privacy and bathe without being lifted. You rise to the occasion and become ecstatic for that mom. You might feel happy you’ve already been through the process. You are so eager to walk beside them as they make it through theirs. You almost want to watch the first bath happen without all the previous chaos of getting it done. The other mom talks at the table talks about a conference at the school and how time limits don’t work for her like the school sets. She tells us that she told the teachers that and they actually made time accommodations for her. She was able to have the time she needs. Feeling these thoughts and talking to people who either get or know how to listen to the stress takes a load off the already burdened mind of the Warrior.
Sometimes I sit at these meals and think that if I had not been able to conceive, grow, and have Anna in my life I would never know these people. I would never know how special time is. Time away. Time alone. Time to ourselves. Time to eat without interruption. Time to walk through this journey to feel the rewards. Rewards of hard effort and deep love for these children and adults.
We laughed out loud as I asked all the beautiful women if they had their Christmas trees put up yet. The lovely lady across from me said she thought it might be appropriate to first put the Halloween decorations away. We loved that, we love her, we all take part in how our lives are just that much more busy. Busy is meaningful and what we know. We are happy to have decorations past the dates because we have not gotten to it instead of because we have been in the hospital. That happens too. All too often.
Thanks to the women who live this life. Who make time to give back around a table with various needs of each of our children. Husbands at home are caring for these precious children happy to give their wife a break. They are happy too, when their night and their turn comes. We are all in this game together, a true team to life which is a tricky game as we care for our families.
The conversation is so good it’s the best reality show that will never happen. It’s the willingness and the same desire in each of us to make this game of life work. To make life as “normal” as possible when there is no mere normal. Time and what is “supposed to be” evades us.
We usually watch or read something to add more fun to the already great time. I’d like to share what we watched this month. Maybe some readers would like to enjoy it too. Here it is: https://www.netflix.com/title/81926434
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What I’m smelling, Scentsy “Very Snowy Spruce” in my Scentsy warmers (warriormom.scentsy.us)
What I’m reading, Jewel – never broken songs are only half the story
What I’m loving: Putting up my Christmas trees and hearing holiday music
