Tonight, after an 8 hour roadtrip home from Thanksgiving in Indiana, the boys were enjoying their freedom from the car.
We decorate for Christmas before leaving, so all we have to do is plug everything in and presto!...it's Christmastime!
The boys started pretending that Alex was Santa and Tim was supposed to sit on his lap and tell Santa what he wanted for Christmas. It was hilarious...Tim kept slipping off his lap and the giggles and belly laughs just kept coming.
A few minutes later, they grabbed the red beanbag and pretended it was a toy bag...all that was missing was the red suit, boots, and beard.
Although, it was supposed to be my best shot (singular) for the L.E.N.S. photo challenge, how can I choose one boy over the other?
The photos that follow are of the Santa's lap moment...and some brotherly love time with the two of them discussing things over and giggling their way through photos for the memory books.
I reminded myself of this recently.
It's not about me at all, this wellness journey I am on to a healhier version of myself.
Not at all.
Never has been, really.
It is about the people who invest in me. My husband. My boys. My family. My friends.
They all share themselves with me. When I am not at my best, I'm not giving them a good return for their investment.
They get the tired looks, the lack of energy excuses, and the wimpy "maybe next time" cop outs. I have come to realize that those that take precious time to invest in me deserve better from me. I need to adhere to the direction given on any flight I've ever been on that goes something like this: make sure your own oxygen mask is properly secured before helping others. If I don't take care of myself first, my ability to care for others effectively diminishes quickly. My choosing clean eating, drinking enough water, and exercising on a daily basis is how I put on my mask first. Am I perfect at meeting the n…