Can I really start a blog? Like consistently? I don’t like to be on camera but I do love to write and type.
After seeing the doc for extreme pain, This week I found out my sacrum/coccyx (the tail bone) has been dislocated for 5 months, and my whole pelvic area is so loose it needs to be screwed together for obvious reasons. But I’m a mom of 4. Everyone in here depends on me on so many levels and we just can’t afford for me be on bed rest for the 3rd time this year. So, I’m going to try physical therapy first!
Yeah, yeah, can’t pour from an empty cup… I’m actually a magician🪄!
I had to come to the realization that motherhood (in circumstances like mine) prevents and holts a lot of doings. If you want your children to have a certain set of values you have to miss out on a lot. Now I’m away from my family. It’s just my husband and I, and our kids so, naturally I have no adult interactions, time for myself or enough ideas for lunch and dinner everyday.
Sometimes it’s rough because I just want to sit in silence for a few minutes a week but it’s not at all possible. And I have to be okay with that. When people say, girl you better make a way, try to get some time for you… it’s like HUSH!! The Bible says to be content with what you have (Hebrews 13:5). Don’t go out of your way to do things that are out of reach, this causes negative outcomes (Ecclesiastes 7:12). And I know this well. I’m big on entrepreneurship, running your life like a business in America, but the hours I used to spend business planning and working, I can only do a fraction of that. I breastfeed, homeschool and am the family Uber; there is barely time for anything else after I finish those tasks.
So rather than complain, get upset that I didn’t get 15 minutes to myself today, or even imagine myself making other decisions than the ones I previously made, I decided to be content with my life at the moment. Once the youngest makes 14 I’ll be able to run to Walgreens alone or take a shower before I begin to smell like onions and regurgitated breastmilk. So yeah I’m good being a standup mom.
The worst thing about me that I want to change is how I look. I be looking like I have a lot going on. Just be raggedy. One day soon I hope to look attractive (to me) when I look in the mirror. But until I get a minute, a few hours a night when everybody is sleep and the sun is on its way back to my side of the world, I’ll throw some braids in.
Wish me luck!
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