I've always treasured my personal relaxation time. Before baby, my feelings on alone time were that I loved it and craved it, but it wasn't so hard to come by, either, so it wasn't held in lofty, rare regard. It was mostly just there~ like air~ to take advantage of anytime I wanted. I didn't give it too much consideration. I just dove into my solo time with reckless abandon as I saw fit.
An hour spent in the bath, two hours passed reading a book or watching Netflix. My actions affected no one but me. How I used time was wholly at my discretion. Yes, hubby and I would spend time together, too, but during these separate moments, we each got to do our own thing, which pleased us both and enriched our together time.
Now, as the Mommy to an ever on-the-go toddler, rare is the opportunity for me to spend a single, let alone a couple of hours, on my own. As such, my idea of solitude has changed. Yes, an hour or more to unwind would be amazing, but I'd hardly know what to do with it, never mind that I'd be feeling guilty through a percentage of it (more on that in another entry). Plus,~ not unlike most Mommies, I'm sure~ I've sort of trained myself to feel refreshed in microbursts where they present themselves.
Time and opportunity are more limited, and because of that, the valued feels greater on whatever Mommy moments I can grab here and there. What peace and rejuvenation I feel in a mere 15-minutes alone now rivals whatever lengthy relaxation time I required in order to destress before baby came along. Minutes feel like hours and leave me feeling recharged in my overall well-being.
I'm quite happy for 15-minutes alone to sip some iced tea and nibble on some pound cake on a Sunday morning as my men sleep in a bit. It feels like a mini vacation being able to sneak away whilst they build a fort out of cardboard boxes on a Saturday afternoon and grab a magazine or think a thought as I sink into my comfy recliner. It's enough. Less is more in every way~ forged through necessity, but powerful all the same.