Now, I have a favor to ask. Outstretch your arms. Place your right hand on your left shoulder and your left hand on your right shoulder. Imagine you are laying next to yourself as a sweet sleeping child. Close your eyes and squeeze. You are God's love in perfection. You are a gift. You are innocent. You are well just the most amazing spirit on the face of the earth. Can't quite get there? I know it takes practice, but we must find ways to express our love to ourselves.
As I observe families with diaper bags at my 8 year old's baseball game, I have this idea, but first I think to myself, "I am so happy to be over the diaper stage," I couldn't watch any of my daughter's athletic games when Gavin was a toddler because he was into everything, crawling away and begging to play at the playground. At some point the diaper bag turns into a toy bag, which turns into a technical gaming bag, which turns into a sports bag and a school book bag. Over time the pampering and fun B*a*g disappears.
So, back to my idea. Imagine your handbag as a diaper bag. Are you prepared to treat yourself as well as you would treat a precious little baby?
Time to play a matchy-matchy game. Empty the contents of your handbag/tote bag and compare them to the contents of a diaper bag. Ask yourself, "Does my B*a*g say, "I Love Myself."
Diaper = ?
Baby Wipes = ?
Nourishing Formula/Breast Milk and Food = ?
Diaper Rash Cream = ?
Soft White Clean Under Shirt = ?
Teething Ring = ?
Picture Book = ?
Crayon/Color Book = ?
Toys = ?
Lotion = ?
Sunscreen = ?
Now I'm hopping in my stroller and taking a little stroll. Looking at the world with wonder. "Hey! How did I get my toe in my mouth?" Must be those yoga classes. NOT!!!
Photo credits MarloElaine & Sweet Little Baby Kim with her brothers