When did we stop celebrating us?

And, the BS that we tell ourselves.

If there’s one thing that I’ve learned this summer, it’s that all kids celebrate themselves.

Approximately every five minutes I hear the same thing from one of my three kids, “Mom look! See what I did. Watch how I can beat this level. Look how high I can swing… “

And every time I hear “Mom LOOK…” my first reaction is… I’ve seen it all. I’ve. Seen. It. ALL!

Note to self: be more patient, or present, or SOMETHING.

But, it got me thinking… When did I stop celebrating myself?

How often do I do something great and then let someone know about it? I mean, I don’t even say these things to my husband. Like, “LOOK , I got published here. I got a ton of new subscribers today! I created this new course!”

Maybe not even great stuff, but when is the last time I was proud of myself for the “smaller” victories?

“I worked out today. Or, I finished the laundry AND put it all away. I made breakfast, lunch, and dinner for five people (even if not everyone actually ate it.)”

No. I don’t tell anybody. I hold it in.

And, then I say things to myself like, “I should’ve made it better. I could really improve on this. It’s not good enough yet. Or, I need to make this more like her thing.”

When did we make that shift FROM: look at me/look at what I can do → TO: it’s not good enough/it never will be/I don’t want to brag/I’m just gonna compare myself to everyone who appears better?

OUCH.

We are telling and selling ourselves a bunch of bullshit, and we need to stop listening and buying it.

It’s time to celebrate us again. Just like we used to do.

I’m going to make a conscious effort to change that now. For me, for you, and for my kids.