It’s been way too long since I’ve written something. This thing called life keeps getting in the way. But I want to keep this up. So, let’s get rolling.
Okay. Let’s talk about self care. I feel like “self care” is a buzzword everyone on the internet is using because, you know, views and clicks. It is tagged in pretty pictures of food, landscapes, and pedicure appointments. Those are definitely ways to care for self, but for some, self care is a means of survival. For me, self care is a series of actions to remind myself that I am worthy of existing.
Today is Mother’s Day. I’d like say a few words about my mother, Valerie. It’s really difficult to put into words how I’ve felt in the 12 years since her passing. The pain is breathtaking. I miss my mom so much I could die.
When I look in the mirror I see her. It’s chilling. That’s how I know I’m getting older. My hair is like hers. My body is becoming like hers. I have her mannerisms. I wear my glasses the way she wore hers. But, one thing I don’t have is my mother’s grace and positivity. She was joy. She was peace. She was mushy with love for her family. She was my everything and I was hers.