I'm a well and everyone wants a dip.
I know this many sound like I'm the gal in my high school who my Grandmother said was "looking for adventures" but that's not what I mean.
I went to a women's conference last week called BoldHer. One of the amazing speakers talked about how most women/mothers are wells that are depleted over the course of the day. ( I'm not exempting men from this because most of you work so hard, still mow the lawn and coach your kids' sports teams).
But think of the "woman as well" analogy.
Your husband needs his shirt ironed for a 9 a.m. meeting. It's 8:47. Dip.
Your best friend is in tears because her man won't commit and she needs to talk out her feelings via Skype. Dip.
You're asked to bring a veggie platter for your moms' group? More dipping.
Even your house dips you because it needs to be cleaned and the church you love volunteering at takes a dip because now they need you to write an article about Sunday School for the newsletter.
Your kids need lunches made/homework help/for you to find the marble they lost two weeks ago. Dip. Dip. Dip.
Now all of this is just life but it all has one thing in common. Not one of the tasks you performed above was for you. You do so much for others that by the end of the day, the well is depleted.
I think that this is why, more than anything, I want to be left alone at the end of the day after I tuck my little ones into bed. I don't want to talk on the phone. I don't really want to talk to anyone. I want to read, write or revel in my aloneness. I often find myself resentful of anyone wanting to corner me into a conversation or event, expecting me to be charming or understanding. Don't they get it? I've BEEN ON ALL DAY!
I've been patient. I've been hard working. I kept it together when the kids took all the couch cushions off, not once but THREE TIMES. I cooked three meals, assembled nutritious snacks and did all dishes. I did laundry for four people. I paid all the bills, made all the beds, shopped for groceries and arranged play dates for my kids where I may have been trapped in an uber-boring conversation about window treatments. My "luxury" if you can call it that is that I snuck out for a 25 minute run at 6 a.m. as to not be missing when any of my family members are awake. I am tired. I accepted that I didn't get to write today, which is my lifeblood, because everyone else's needs came first. And I know that most moms did as much as/ if not more than I did on this particular day and THAT WE DON'T MIND DOING IT. It's right there, under the job description of mom. It's cool with us, right, doing and giving as we do?
But. At the end of the day, the well has run dry, and I am resentful of anyone's demands on me.
And this is a problem. Bringing it back to the speaker at the conference, this is a problem. If I had more in my well, perhaps it wouldn't run so dry at the end of the day. The speaker suggested that each of us fill up on "love fuel" each day by doing something for 20 minutes each day that is just for us.
I was flummoxed. Do I do anything each day that is just for me? I racked my brain. I take a karate class with a collection of lovably awesome weirdos each Saturday. But that's not a daily thing. I love spending time with my girlfriends and laughing our heads off but that's usually a couple of times a month, if that. Of course I love taking my kids to the beach and on picnics and generally spending time with them but the conference speaker said you have to do something just for yourself every day.
Oh and you're not supposed to feel guilty about it.
It could be meditation. It could be watching General Hospital. It could be exercising or relaxing with a cup of coffee and the newspaper. It could be anything that it JUST FOR YOU. Just 20 minutes so you can add a little extra energy into your tank and you won't feel so empty at the end of the day.
I'm not sure what mine is yet. I think it's writing but it's been hard enough to write this weekly entry. The entire time I've been writing, my 2 year old has been wound around my neck like a feather boa, asking me, repeatedly, why coconut yogurt tastes so yucky and begging me to take her on a ferris wheel. Yet I know I need to make the time do it, even if it's 20 minutes a day, because I'll be happier.
And then you were supposed to look in the mirror and tell yourself 5 things about yourself that you love. Physical, spiritual, mental.
I have never done this before in my entire life. It was really hard and it didn't help that I was cracking up in the middle of it.
But here's what I came up with.
--Physically I love my eyes and my legs.
--Mentally I love my knack of expressing myself through the written word and my wicked sense of humor.
--Spiritually I love that I'm oversensitive because it actually makes me more sensitive and compassionate towards others.
If there are any others reading this, will you try this exercise? Share what your "love fuel" is...something that you do for yourself every day and...if you are truly brave...please share five things you love about yourself. Can you do it? I can probably name five things I love about anyone reading this blog and yet we all seem to have such trouble doing it for ourselves.
And let's get our wells up to overflowing so when the dipping begins we have plenty for everyone and even some extra (not leftover) for ourselves.