This post was inspired by the following:
Yes, what you are looking at is a grilled cheese sandwich on a paper plate. Not my finest cooking, I assure you, but it got me thinking about self-care. You see, that is my grilled cheese sandwich, made after I had already made one for Baby Girl, cut it, cooled it, and given it to her.
Still confused? I don’t blame you.
Normally I cut the sandwiches I make for Baby Girl in half, diagonally. It’s silly, but my husband and I agree that this little act of love makes a grilled cheese (or really, any sandwich) taste better, even when I am subsequently tearing her sandwich up further into more manageable bites.
I never do this for myself.
I don’t know why. It doesn’t take more than a second, and it not only make it taste better through psychological trickery, but it actually makes it easier to eat. And yet I find myself skipping it. Well, no more! As part of my self-care, I am vowing to do more stupid little things for myself, because if I don’t love myself well, how can I expect anyone else to?
I want you to spend this weekend while you are ostensibly home with the family (maybe you’re even lucky enough to have a long weekend?) thinking about the little things you do for your family, and whether or not you do them for yourself. If the answer is no, then I have another question for you to answer: why not?