When our oldest was 4 we received a diagnosis of pdd-nos, a form of Autism. The reaction to his diagnosis of Autism was mixed. The families who knew us well understood. And several older women in our church at the time inferred it could partially be a discipline issue. That I needed to get my emotions and life in order. The same women did not offer to get to know our family. Bring us a meal. Or offer babysitting. Our lifeline at that stage was a few trusted sitters and friends who watched our kids when we needed a break.
There is talk in certain circles that Christian culture is too indulgent toward self care. Sure I think it can be abused or over indulged like almost anything in life. But I truly believe this: Mom’s need self care. They need the opportunity to catch up on sleep on the weekends. They need a break from meltdowns, wet noses, and dirty diapers. They need friends. And older women to love on them.Read More