“Mama, will you snuggle with me?” Yes, this is what Landon, my 3-year-old, said to me, as I started to walk out the door the other night, in my attempt to go back to hot yoga after a year and a half break (Hot Yoga is the one thing I do not do, even when trying to get pregnant.). Maybe I should have stuck to my guns and taken the hour to myself – burned some calories, mediated, and worked on losing my post-baby weight, but when I heard his little voice behind me wanting me to snuggle up and watch The Little Mermaid with him, I just couldn’t make myself leave.
It’s never been easy balancing WHAT I love with WHO I love but, in some ways, it does seem to be getting harder and harder. It’s more challenging this second time around to get to the gym or just go do anything for myself. It was much easier the first time around; I would leave Landon sleeping (now my 3-year-old) with my husband, and go do what I needed to do, knowing Landon wouldn’t miss me while he slept. I could do the same thing with Liam, my new 7-week-old, but now I have a 3-year-old who wants Mommy to snuggle and play whenever she is free of Liam. It’s definitely a struggle (balancing it all), and I’m hoping I’ll eventually be brave enough to go do what I need to do for me. For now, sweating it out in hot yoga will have to wait . . . I’m busy snuggling.