There is a good reason why airlines tell us to put on our own oxygen mask before helping others in the event of an emergency. You must take care of yourself to be the best version of you for those around you.
It feels impossible these days to start a piece of writing or speech without first acknowledging the current global situation in fearful, tearful, or apocalyptic terms. As a teacher, coach, and therapist who has worked with children and families for nearly 30 years, my heart goes out to the homes, children, and families of Ukraine,Continue reading “Joy and Presence are the Medicine by Becky Flowers”
For so long Step Moms have been portrayed as evil, or home wrecking, or just no good. Step Mom Strong wants to change that narrative and show that while every situation is unique, we’re not necessarily these evil, home wrecking, women. We’re women, moms, who have chosen to take on this role, not to replace, but to add to this child or these children’s lives.
This pandemic has amplified our fears but it also has redefined our strength and endurance. We are shields; fierce protectors and our body’s vessels of asylum. We are warriors fighting the good fight; we are Mothers.
For some reason we have been conditioned to believe that if we take a break we are lazy or that this avalanche of work will engulf our entire lives. No. Plan for it. Plan for those breaks if you need to. Your mind, body and soul will thank you.
I had no time to remember who I was, and I certainly didn’t have the energy to find myself. I knew that I had to stop this cycle of self-abuse and neglect. I owed it to my daughter, but most importantly, I owed it to myself.
Manifest that glowing joy queen, it’s the most worthy crown you can carry.
Time is a precious gift; one which I have taken for granted. This time I am embracing all of me, sunshine and shadows, joy and fear, smiles and frowns, ups and downs because it is all valid.
In that moment I truly understood the meaning of sacrifice. Being a mother is selfless.
I so clearly remember the day I discovered my husband’s affair. He, my 3-month-old son and I were going to my friend’s child’s birthday party.