Smell My Feet
One of my favorite laughable moments is my kids, 3 and 7 belly laughing as they stick their feet in my face and say "SMELL MY FEET". They think it is the funniest thing in the world, and while their feet are quite stinky - it's sometimes the best part of my day. I don't know that I would survive without these two. They are what keeps me going and what gives me purpose.
My son (3) loves to cuddle and snuggle, and he has no idea the therapy he is providing me with his big heart and sweet kind being. My depression started when he was born, he was sick the first 7 weeks with kidney disease that was not diagnosed. My persistence taking him to the doctor over and over finally led to two weeks of touch and go on whether or not he would live. He is a miracle, and they don't know how but has not had any issue since he was 3 months old. He takes meds for high blood pressure and is otherwise a normal healthy 3 year old boy. Sadly a lot of the early time with him for me is a fog - I was so overwhelmed, in charge of every decision and care and alone to deal with it. That was the beginning of two years of misery that led me to my suicide attempt last year. This boy has no idea how sorry I am for being so weak and not being able to find the right help earlier to be more present in the day to day. I will be there and in tune every moment going forward. I've found enough control to save the majority of my breakdowns when the kids are with their dad.
My daughter (7) bless her heart and soul. She is way beyond her years and I know it's over used but she really is an old soul. She is so sweet, so smart and words can't express how proud I am of her. She understands much more about what has happened and where we are today as a family unit and she is supportive every step of the way. She asks me how my day was when I pick her up from school. She asks me how I'm feeling if she senses I'm down. When I doubt my ability to do something or say something negative about my looks or my body she always tells me I'm pretty, that I'm the best mom in the world, or that she has faith I can do anything and believes as a mom, I can do anything. I try my best not to let anything rest on her shoulders, I want her to be a kid, and enjoy that fully. It's not her job to keep me going - she has no idea that she and her brother are what do keep me going, but I just want her to be a kid, and stop worrying about me. She has adjusted very well to all of the changes in our lives, and is my biggest cheerleader. Every day I try a little harder to encourage her to just be a kid and that I will take care of the adult things.
The innocence and humor that the kids have every weekend morning (because they get to sleep in and are well rested) is the light of my life - If I have to smell their feet until they are adults to hear that belly laugh, I'm in, game on!
#kids #smellmyfeet #son #daughter #humor
My son (3) loves to cuddle and snuggle, and he has no idea the therapy he is providing me with his big heart and sweet kind being. My depression started when he was born, he was sick the first 7 weeks with kidney disease that was not diagnosed. My persistence taking him to the doctor over and over finally led to two weeks of touch and go on whether or not he would live. He is a miracle, and they don't know how but has not had any issue since he was 3 months old. He takes meds for high blood pressure and is otherwise a normal healthy 3 year old boy. Sadly a lot of the early time with him for me is a fog - I was so overwhelmed, in charge of every decision and care and alone to deal with it. That was the beginning of two years of misery that led me to my suicide attempt last year. This boy has no idea how sorry I am for being so weak and not being able to find the right help earlier to be more present in the day to day. I will be there and in tune every moment going forward. I've found enough control to save the majority of my breakdowns when the kids are with their dad.
My daughter (7) bless her heart and soul. She is way beyond her years and I know it's over used but she really is an old soul. She is so sweet, so smart and words can't express how proud I am of her. She understands much more about what has happened and where we are today as a family unit and she is supportive every step of the way. She asks me how my day was when I pick her up from school. She asks me how I'm feeling if she senses I'm down. When I doubt my ability to do something or say something negative about my looks or my body she always tells me I'm pretty, that I'm the best mom in the world, or that she has faith I can do anything and believes as a mom, I can do anything. I try my best not to let anything rest on her shoulders, I want her to be a kid, and enjoy that fully. It's not her job to keep me going - she has no idea that she and her brother are what do keep me going, but I just want her to be a kid, and stop worrying about me. She has adjusted very well to all of the changes in our lives, and is my biggest cheerleader. Every day I try a little harder to encourage her to just be a kid and that I will take care of the adult things.
The innocence and humor that the kids have every weekend morning (because they get to sleep in and are well rested) is the light of my life - If I have to smell their feet until they are adults to hear that belly laugh, I'm in, game on!
#kids #smellmyfeet #son #daughter #humor
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