“Active Parenting Time” I thought of this term yesterday. It was after dinner and I was exhausted, but not even sure how come because the usual “markers” of a productive day didn’t happen. And then a tiny voice reminded me that I don’t do that anymore. Someone else does not get to determine my worth and productivity in a day. Only I do. ✌️ And so I thought about the many things I did do that day. The many fights I broke up, the scheduling and planning. Giving of clear instructions that nurture independence, negotiating without taking sides, dealing with my own issues around showing anger, shouting and screaming, apologizing sincerely, fixing boo boos. Providing food (not necessarily nutritious), cleaning up, keeping us alive. 😂 I call it active parenting time. And it’s every freaking second that I’m switched on to care for these little human beings of mine. It was a lot. 😮💨 So I think I’ve done enough, and really could do with some rest now. I think about all the active parenting time we do in a day. It adds up, and by the end of the day and the house isn’t clean, or the washing isn’t done? Pretty sure there was more to it than that. This is your reminder to appreciate yourself. To know that you’ve done a lot. And you deserve rest, and time to do fun stuff for yourself. 🙌 Go fill your bucket! As always, rooting for you. And my inbox is open for a chat. Anytime. ❤️ #growingasaparent #familylyfe #activeparentingtime (at ONA Coffee Melbourne) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChQ1wqXJmHU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=