I’m not sure at what point in my life I decided I was no longer worth putting in any effort for. I’m pretty sure (like most moms) that it was right around the time that my first baby was born. I think I used up all of my energy reserves just delivering her and then any new production went straight to my little bundle of joy.
I have two older sisters. When we were younger they used to melt cheese into little cups and eat it (yes, gross, but this seemed like the yummiest thing in the world at the time). When I asked them if I could have some too, they told me that cheese was expensive and I couldn’t have any. This has become a bit of a running joke with us, me not being worth the cheese.
I was making dinner the other day and absolutely starving because I hadn’t taken the time to prepare myself any proper meals all day, so I was eating pretzels. My daughter came into the kitchen and I thought for sure she was going to ask for some but instead she asked if she could have more carrots and celery. It suddenly hit me. I was starving and scarfing down salty carbs because I spent so much time washing and chopping and preparing food for my kids that it never really occurred to me that I deserve to be taken care of too. Why is it that I’m worried about them getting proper snacks and meals and yet I can feed myself handfuls of pretzels?
So it’s been decided, from here on out I’m going to take just as good of care of their mother as I am of them. I think we’ll all benefit in the long run.
After all, I am worth the cheese.