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. Some older women I knew 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