The sound of shameless bawling brought my son into the kitchen to see if I was ok. “Does it still hurt from when you fell down the stairs, Mama?” “Naw, not anymore. Thanks for asking, though. I’m just SO upset that I have sooo much to do!” He sees me lying on the floor beside the garbage can that I had started yet not finished emptying. I admit, it did feel dramatic, but I was in the throes of it. I’d be bleeding soon, my partner’s been working lots and my plate feels like that of a hungry glutton at a cheap buffett. Did I actually pile all that shit that on there? “Well, Mama,” he says, “it’s ok. You just have to do one thing at a time.” Of course 😭 more now, but I feel way better.
He’s totally right. I feel a bit embarrassed that my barely-five year-old is giving me advice right now, but since this advice came from me, I feel a bit better 😆
I hug him, finish the garbage, take a breath, and keep going with a fresh perspective. 🍃 What could you use some fresh perspective on right now? 🍃 - 1 minute ago