When my youngest was a baby, about 20 years ago, I got food poisoning. I remember what I ate, where I ate it, and the moment, a few hours after dinner, when it took hold of me. It was absolutely horrible. I was married to my late husband at the time. He went to work the next day. I stayed home so sick I couldn’t move from the bathroom, alone with a one year old. Thank God for my dad. He was older and relied on an oxygen tank, but still was there to help tame a new walker who was into everything. I was sick for five days. My husband went to work every single one of those days. Am I trying to throw my late husband under the bus when he can’t defend himself? No. To be quite honest, we come from a society where this behavior for decades has been deemed “normal”. He was raised this way. Should he have un-learned this behavior? Well, that would have been great, of course. So maybe, I guess, in a way, I am calling him out. If he was sick, he took a day off and stayed in bed. If I was sick, I took care of kids and had to ask my aging father for help when I really got in a bind. This is all true. However, if I am calling him out, I am not calling him out alone. This is the society that we grew up in, a society that is slowly changing, thank God. I see that in many ways. However, after years of being conditioned to do it all, how and when do we, as moms, finally learn to do less?
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