So..today I took a spill.
For those of you who don’t know me, it is not uncommon for me to hurt myself. I am, after all, so damn graceful.
Anyway, we got a crazy snow squall this morning just as it was bus stop time. I was focused on Michael. He has a tendency to bolt from the car to the bus, regardless of the 1000+ prior times I have told him not to run. He started to run. I was so worried about him falling, that I forgot to take care of myself and I went down, in what seemed like painful slow motion. It was a split second, I am sure. I hit the ground, and landed on my arm. A friend came over helped me up and we walked to the bus. Michael was already in his seat, hysterically crying because it took me a bit longer to get to my usual spot to wave goodbye to him. Once he saw me, I blew him an air kiss and he immediately calmed down. All was right in his world now. I was where I belonged, and I was doing what I was supposed to do..as I do every morning.
That little episode reminded me of this: We, as parents, caregivers and such, have to remember to take care of ourselves. I know for me, that I focus on the kids so much that I have a tendency to forget to take care of myself sometimes. They need us to be at our best. They NEED us to be there, just as he needed me in my spot waving.
I will be fine. Other than a slightly bruised ego, and what will be a sore body tomorrow. But, maybe next time I will remember to take care of me too.