If you’ve been following along, you know I’ve always been a big believer in taking care of my body — physically, emotionally, and mentally. Not just for me, but so I can show up as the best possible mama for my sweet boy, Philip. Now that he’s crawling everywhere, pulling himself up, and almost standing (!!!), he’s also hit another big milestone: separation anxiety. He wants me constantly. He needs to be on me, next to me, or in my arms basically 24/7. Otherwise, there are tears. It’s beautiful and exhausting at the same time. And it made me realize (once again) that if I want to keep up with him and stay patient, present, and strong, I have to take care of myself first.