But here’s the truth: self-care doesn’t have to be extravagant. Sometimes it’s about the simplest acts of remembering you in the middle of motherhood. Taking inventory of everything you're doing in the day, not to tell yourself it isn't enough, but to flip the script and say "wow... look how I have shown up today."
I didn’t feel like a good employee. I didn’t feel like a good partner. And I definitely didn’t feel like a good mom. (Even though, in hindsight, I wasn’t giving myself nearly enough credit.)
From the outside, it probably looked like I had it all together. I got so many comments celebrating the water I was drowning in. I was “Supermom” holding down a job, a household, and a happy baby. But inside? It felt like I was spinning plates on a moving treadmill.
