I never thought once to celebrate myself not even once—not after the birth of my children, not after nursing them through their young lives, not after the hundreds of times my arms extended to console others through loss or hard times. When my father passed away and a short six months later my father-in-law passed, I suppressed my grief to take care of two women, who like me, never stood on their own two feet. More than thirty years later, I am learning to grieve, now that I am the only woman that I need to take care of.
We all need a cheerleader, especially as we get older. 😊
Yes, so easy to applaud everyone else's efforts, and to be everyone else's friend. We all need to get better at doing those things for ourselves! 🙌