Friday, September 27, 2024
Tonight's picture was taken in September of 2002. Mattie was five months and had began to eat solid food. He was a big fan of rice cereal! What I love about this photo was Mattie's look.... he was looking right at me. Not unusual for Mattie, and this continued throughout his entire life. He always had a bead on me. Mattie did not like his high chair one bit. So his car seat became his chair of choice! As I always say, with Mattie I learned to operate outside the box.
Quote of the day: Love is the hardest drug to quit, but it is even harder when it is taken away. ~ Ashleyy
All items stock our Snack & Item Carts at hospitals. The Carts have candy, snacks, drinks, and toiletries and are provided to families free of charge. Our Carts support over 2,500 families a year!
I try to process through boxes daily, organize items, and write to each of our contributors.
Tonight I prepared fish piccata. Here's the funny thing about all of this. I happen to like to cook, mainly because I love to eat. But I have learned that cooking is a mindfulness activity. One of the many things I am learning in my continuing education course. I used to think that mindfulness meant meditation, which DOES NOT resonate with my personality.
But being mindful, can be an active task. Such as cooking. It is anything that helps you be aware of your thoughts, feelings, and surroundings in the present moment without judgment. In essence it gets you to slow down, in order to feel calmer, more self aware, so that you are better able to respond to thoughts and feelings.
Sometimes I can feel all sorts of negative thoughts about my situation pop into my head and they can spiral and take over. In addition, when I get into this state, my outlook about the future becomes non-existent and bleak. I have been learning to sit with those feelings, but my rational side understands that I have to snap out of it because there are too many other tasks to address. Fortunately I have multiple distractions associated with caregiving, because sitting with the devastation I feel each day can wash over me like a tidal wave.
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