The other day I was supposed to go pick up my grandbaby — and if you know me at all, you know that time with him is one of my greatest joys.
But that morning, my body had other plans.
Out of nowhere, the kind of fatigue hit that doesn’t politely tap you on the shoulder… it knocks you flat.
My legs felt heavy, my head felt foggy, and I could barely keep my eyes open.
Not “tired.”
Exhausted. Bone-deep exhausted.
I had to say,
“I’ll get him… just a little later.”
And I hated that.
But I also knew something I didn’t used to know years ago:
If I don’t slow down when my body is screaming for rest, the rest of my week pays for it.
So I laid down.
I took the nap I didn’t want to take.
And when I woke up, I had just enough energy to go get my grandson and enjoy him the way he deserves — with my whole heart and all the attention he brings out in me.
When I have him, I make sure I have absolutely nothing else on my plate.
No errands, no appointments, no pushing through.
Just him.
Because those moments are precious, and my body only gets so many “good hours” a day.
Chronic illness has taught me a lot…
But maybe the biggest thing is this:
✨ If you don’t listen to your body when it whispers, it will make you listen when it screams.
Learning to rest when I need it doesn’t mean I’m weak.
It means I’m making space for the things that matter most — and my grandson is right at the top of that list.
I sure do love my time with that little boy. 💛