Yesterday was fabulous, with the kids. I took them to the park and Mila made it her mission to be hell-bent on stealing my Diet Coke and drinking it - that child never gives up - and I was able to spend time with Cade, pushing him on the swing and playing his version of "basketball." It wasn't much, but it was. Does that make sense?
I needed this time with my kiddos to get a sense of perspective again, to figure out what's really important and what really matters. To some, having to drag two kids to the park would have been hot and miserable and boring, but I loved every minute of it. Being a mom makes me feel whole and important and real and there.
What I weigh doesn't matter, what size jeans I'm wearing doesn't freaking matter. My kids could care less if I gained or lost some weight, they just want a mama who is present and happy and healthy. It's amazing how just some time with my kids could remind me of that.
I needed it.