It's 10 a.m., and you haven’t showered or gotten dressed. Your teeth are unbrushed, and your coffee is cold. You have just reminded your toddler for the fifty-seventh time not to put his hands down the back of his pants. You expertly juggle your newborn in one arm while dishing out a moderately healthy snack for your toddler with the other. You are a mother, and you feel bone-weary. Our culture has offered up a solution for the frazzled and frantic mom who never manages a moment alone: self-care.
It's almost impossible to visit a motherhood website, blog, or play group without running into it. The concept of self-care is simple: If the plane is going down, you should put your oxygen mask on first before assisting others. But if your motherhood plane is about to crash and burn, God is the only source for the oxygen you need to survive the fall.
Self-care encourages coffee runs, nap times spent reading novels, pedicures, happy hour with girlfriends, new clothes, massages, exercising, decorating homes, and lavender bubble baths. There is nothing inherently bad in this list, but the problem lies in the elevation of these good things as necessities for surviving (or even thriving in) motherhood.
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