Beating myself up...

I have spent the last two weeks beating myself up.  And, I'm not talking about working hard in the gym.  I am talking about emotionally beating myself up.  I'm not a good mom, I'm not losing enough weight, I'm eating more food than I'd like to be, I'm not attractive, my house is a wreck, I don't work out enough, I have a gut, blah, blah, blah... the list goes on and on.  I just came back from a fabulous new mom's group that I've been going to for the past couple of months, and do you know what I realized? My sweet boy doesn't care about any of these things.  He just wants his mama to scoop him up after another child bonks him on the head with a cell phone.  He wants me to kiss him and throw him up in the air.  He doesn't care if I eat five squares of dark chocolate and drink too much tea, nor does he care that my hair has been in a pony tail every day for over a year.  He just wants his mama.  It took hanging out with these wonderful women, watching our children play, for me to realize that.  My heart is full.

This is an oldie, but a goodie.