What taking care of yourself really means, is giving yourself permission to be wherever you are and to do whatever you’re doing—without guilt and without pressure to do more or be more or have more.
I think we often take it for granted that we should take care of our families, but often we forget about taking care of ourselves. And when we do, we feel guilty. (Or is that just me, from what I have heard from other moms it does not seem to be so).
What I find really interesting is the wording here: giving ourselves permission to be ourselves and to be doing whatever we are doing. I often struggle with the concept of “ought”. My picture of mothering has been largely influenced by books, where the characters have been edited and cleaned up, and I am trying to hold myself to the standard of re-writes and edits, and author’s reflection. But we don’t live in an edited world. We live in a world of constant first drafts. Yes, we are able to re-create ourselves and reflect but every moment is a first draft, and perhaps we should cut ourselves some slack about this.