Mama’s lil baby is all grown up.  And by lil baby, I mean myself.

Yesterday I made an excellent choice for myself and my children, that was truly in the best interests of the three of us.

Saturday, during a phone conversation, I told Zoe and Zion’s dad that he could come over for Father’s Day.  He does not see them often, and I always try extra hard to make holidays happy for everyone else, even if I am completely miserable. 

But guess what happens? 

I make everyone else miserable. 

At the end of every holiday, the kids and I feel like we’ve been through the ringer.  And that’s because of the treatment we receive from a man who does not appreciate what we do to accomodate him.  Whether he’s showing up drunk on Christmas morning, or ditching the kids 10 minutes before Thanksgiving dinner,  he loves leaving his tsunami-like stamp on a family occasion.

I honestly can’t tell you the last time we had a truly happy holiday.

Wait, yes I can.  It was yesterday.

And that’s because we did not see him at all. 

I took off the martyr hat and protected my baby chicks.  And it was the best holiday I can remember in a long, long time.

He wanted to breeze in and out.  I  told him we were busy, and to call on Monday and he could see them then.  I spent a wonderful day with the people I care about most in the world.

And on Monday, when my ex called….do you think he rushed over here to see his children? 

He had things to do.  Errands to run.  And needed to go to the gym.

Fine with me, dude.  Thanks for the confirmation that I made the right choice on Sunday.

This journey of wellness isn’t just about making the right food choices.  It’s about loving ourselves.  Inside and out.  Choosing the early morning run instead of sleeping in.  Shaving those legs instead of letting them go grizzly.  Choosing water over Coke.  Getting enough rest.  And knowing our triggers.

What are your triggers?

Triggers are things that cause you pain, anguish, or stress, which in turn cause you to medicate.

My #1 trigger is my ex.  When I’ve been around him, that icky feeling stays on me for a long, long time.   I start feeling like I used to feel….angry, used, betrayed…..and then I want to eat because that’s the way I used to deal with the pain of being with him.

Instead, yesterday I chose the healthy choice for myself and everything else followed suit.

A day full of great people, family, friends, healthy food choices, a couple great games of tag, some firefly catching, and lingering hugs.

No animosity.

Or bitterness.

Or pain.

Just peace and quiet.  And zero drama.

Happy Father’s Day, Mama.