“When you are a mother, you are never really alone in your thoughts. A mother always has to think twice; once for herself and once for her child.” -Sophia Loren
As a stay-at-home mom, my daily goal is to remain mindful and present among the activities of my son as well as my own. By doing so, I keep things fresh despite the looming redundancy that being at home can pose.
Here are 4 simple ways that have helped me find calmness, joy, and mindfulness throughout the day:
- Take deep yogic breaths while blowing on hot food. This act never ceases to catch my son’s attention and create anticipation. After taking a deep inhale I blow slowly on the food (sometimes Lionel will join me) and express gratitude for the hot meal and nourishment that which will bring my son. By the time Lionel takes a bite, the food is cooled down and we’re both focused on the meal.
- Meditate while brushing your child’s hair or giving a massage. I heard author Dr. Shefali Tsabary say that we don’t need to wait to be on a mountain top to meditate. It’s true, folks. We don’t have to wait until our kids’ next nap time or when they’re engrossed in an activity; we can meditate anywhere at anytime we choose. I especially enjoy meditating while running my fingers through my son’s hair. I focus on the softness of his locks and its rich golden brown color. I watch him quickly settle down and bask in my love and admiration.
- Sit into a deep squat and open up your hips while picking up toys. Let’s face it; as parents, we spend a lot of time bending for our kids, figuratively and literally. We bend over to scoop them up into our arms, to tend to ouchies, to change them, and of course, pick up after them. So while we’re bending down to fetch whatever mess is on the floor, we might as well get a good stretch out of it. Instead of grumbling over the toys that are strewn all over the floor, I squat down and pick them up while doing a sideways crab crawl. Afterwards, my lower joints feel limber, and I feel more energized.
- Sit back and just watch. During playtime, I love getting down on Lionel’s level to see the world through his eyes. However, I used jump in, point things out, ask questions, and consequently interrupt his playing when I wasn’t necessarily invited. I’ve finally learned to hang back, keep my mouth shut, and just watch. Doing this has allowed me to catch my breath and enjoy some floor stretches. It has also let my boy concentrate, practice individual playing, and even reach milestones on his own.
It’s all about finding beauty in the simple things, isn’t it? When we open our minds to the grace and flow of parenting, whether it be from home or not, we can tap into the wonderment that our children experience on a daily basis.
With my ever-runny nose and tendency to cry rather easily, I make sure that a handkerchief is always within reach. Handkerchiefs remind me of days past when nearly everyone had one on his or her person. For carrying around essentially snot-soaked fabric, they really had something going there. Not only was it proper to have handkerchiefs, but it was also very clever. They serve so many purposes; it doesn’t make sense to me why I don’t see more hankie-wielding folks around.
Durable and re-usable. There is hardly a Kleenex that hasn’t seen the wrath of my nose-blowing abilities. Unfortunately, that means that I use up to three or four tissues just to blow my nose. I’d blow once, inevitably tearing through the tissue, and I’d need another one to clean my snotty hand and still another one to wipe the remnants off my face. Not pretty.
Eco- and budget-friendly. My hankie, on the other hand, is able to withstand the great force spewing forth from my nose. My hands remain dry, I don’t create further waste and essentially throw money away by requiring more tissue.
Multi-functional. My faithful hankie is always around when I’m in a jam: I’ve used it as a makeshift bib for my son. It’s cleaned up spills and messes, including makeup smudges on my face. Even just the sight of it has brought me comfort whenever I feel my eyes welling up in emotional situations; it’s been a security blanket of sorts.
Sure, handkerchiefs are old-fashioned. And, yes, I’m glorifying a napkin; but it’s certainly a classy one that makes sense. We could all use a little classiness in our lives anyway.
Whenever I research anything that’s related to motherhood, self-care inevitably comes up. And each time it does, I think to myself, Of course! That’s a no-brainer. We mothers absolutely should take care of ourselves. Then, days will pass and I’ll begin feeling irritable and neglected. I’ll even resent my husband for taking a minute to himself regardless of the fact that he’d worked 12-hour days for the past week.
For a long time, self-care seemed like it was supposed to be a special treat, a luxury. I thought it was about mani-pedi’s, bubble baths, and shopping sprees. But recently, I realized that I can practice self-care on a daily basis by re-defining it — or, more like, learning the actual definition — which is, “providing adequate attention to one’s own physical and psychological wellness.”
For my current season of life, as an attached parent of a toddler who has significant stranger anxiety and still nurses throughout the day and to fall asleep at night, I have to continually remind myself and accept that “adequate attention” means just the basics. But that doesn’t mean that it should be dismissed. In fact, whether I practice my basic self-care ritual will determine my mood and outlook for the entire day.
The American Psychological Association is aware of the importance of self-care and considers it an “ethical imperative.” You can even find self-care in the APA’s Ethics Code. So self-care is actually an ethical deed!
My daily self-care ritual includes:
- applying a full face of makeup,
- having a cup of coffee,
- doing quick yoga stretches (usually while I play on the floor with my son),
- partaking of a sweet treat (or two),
- writing down my thoughts and ideas,
- and connecting with my husband at the end of the day.
More often than not, my self-care occurs while Lionel pulls on my leg for attention and my dog is pacing around and whining to go outside. It’s hardly relaxing, and there are countless interruptions. But that’s okay. There will come a day when I’ll have so much time for self-care that I’ll feel overly indulgent. I’ll even look back and miss these hectic times.
For now, I can pat myself on the back for bare minimal self-care. I’ll get it done because if it doesn’t, I’ll have broken my own code of ethics. Not to mention, all hell will break loose.
How do you define self-care? What does your self-care consist of?