First off, as a mom, you know that true downtime is sacred and few and far between. However, when I do find that quiet time amongst the day to day chaos there are a few things I fit in. One of my favorites? Reading.
Ever since I can remember I have loved to read. When I was a little girl, my mom would tell me to do in and clean my room. I’d always start with my bookshelf. It would start with me organizing the things on the top, picking up anything that had fallen off, putting back books that had found their way to other areas of my room. However eventually I’d find one I missed. One I hadn’t read or hadn’t read in a while. I’d open it up, amongst my still messy room and start reading. I’d get completely lost in the book. Sometimes my legs, folded under me, would fall asleep and I wouldn’t even notice. Eventually, my mom would sense the quietness. Like most parents, this would spark worry. Worry that I was doing something I shouldn’t be. Too much quiet in a house with kids is rarely a good sign, right? She’d find me reading, in the middle of my still messy room. Sometimes I’d even be asleep. Almost every night before bed I would read. Sometimes I’d use a book light. Most of the time however, I would strain my eyes until I could no longer see the words on the page.
This continued for a long time. Once I graduated college I did a lot less reading. It felt like I didn’t have the time. However, I picked it back up once amazon prime came into my life. I’d use all my points on my amazon card for books. Books about running (another love of mine), books with insane plot twists, and page turning thrillers. I wanted all of it. I’ve always loved a good story. Especially a personal one.
It’s still true today. Eventually I found myself really yearning for the little things in life that had brought me so much joy in the past. Running, reading, hiking, being outside, working out. I made a list of these things and started very intentionally incorporating them into my routine. My every day.
The books I started reading became more about self-development and self-improvement. As I became a mom, and I had someone to worry about other than myself because they depended on me for everything, it became so important to me to set boundaries for her, for myself so that I could show up for her, and for my family. As I took time for myself, I became a version of myself that I actually enjoyed. One that was strong enough to be the mother my daughter needed.
Reading a book may not be your thing. However, I encourage you to find that thing. YOUR thing, and to do more of it. If you’re a mom, and you love to read like I do, you can get my mama mindset reading guide here.
Ever since I can remember I have loved to read. When I was a little girl, my mom would tell me to do in and clean my room. I’d always start with my bookshelf. It would start with me organizing the things on the top, picking up anything that had fallen off, putting back books that had found their way to other areas of my room. However eventually I’d find one I missed. One I hadn’t read or hadn’t read in a while. I’d open it up, amongst my still messy room and start reading. I’d get completely lost in the book. Sometimes my legs, folded under me, would fall asleep and I wouldn’t even notice. Eventually, my mom would sense the quietness. Like most parents, this would spark worry. Worry that I was doing something I shouldn’t be. Too much quiet in a house with kids is rarely a good sign, right? She’d find me reading, in the middle of my still messy room. Sometimes I’d even be asleep. Almost every night before bed I would read. Sometimes I’d use a book light. Most of the time however, I would strain my eyes until I could no longer see the words on the page.
This continued for a long time. Once I graduated college I did a lot less reading. It felt like I didn’t have the time. However, I picked it back up once amazon prime came into my life. I’d use all my points on my amazon card for books. Books about running (another love of mine), books with insane plot twists, and page turning thrillers. I wanted all of it. I’ve always loved a good story. Especially a personal one.
It’s still true today. Eventually I found myself really yearning for the little things in life that had brought me so much joy in the past. Running, reading, hiking, being outside, working out. I made a list of these things and started very intentionally incorporating them into my routine. My every day.
The books I started reading became more about self-development and self-improvement. As I became a mom, and I had someone to worry about other than myself because they depended on me for everything, it became so important to me to set boundaries for her, for myself so that I could show up for her, and for my family. As I took time for myself, I became a version of myself that I actually enjoyed. One that was strong enough to be the mother my daughter needed.
Reading a book may not be your thing. However, I encourage you to find that thing. YOUR thing, and to do more of it. If you’re a mom, and you love to read like I do, you can get my mama mindset reading guide here.
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