It's that time of year again. The time when we pull the trunks out of the attic or under the beds and start switching our summer clothes to our fall clothes (at least those of us unfortunate to have seasons ;D). Today, as I pulled out two trunks of clothes that I haven't fit into since before I was pregnant (and still don't) I got to thinking. The uniform. The Mom uniform. The one that binds most of us as Moms. As I type I look down to see two different shades of gray (horrendous). An oversized hoodie that I got on sale and a ratty old pair of Jockey yoga pants that I had from when the girls were babies.
And as I pull out the outfits that I swore I'd fit into this fall (and swear that I still will) I think of how my wardrobe is such a far cry from who I really am. I love fashion. I pretty much always have. When I worked I had beautiful clothes and amazing shoes. I had so many accessories Abby would have drooled at my options. I never spend a ton but I sale shopped like a boss. So what the hell happened.
When did I go from fashionable to a proverbial "not"??? While mulling this whole thing over I glanced at my pre-chosen outfit for tomorrow. Black sweatpants and a tee. Really self? Come on! We can do better. We have to do better.
As Moms we dress our children beautifully. We comb their hair and clip their nails and wipes their faces. All the while not even glancing in a mirror most days. But what are we showing them. That we are not even worthy of a cute outfit or a nice haircut? It's time we Moms rise up and take five, no TEN minutes a day and let ourselves think about what we want to wear.
The season is changing. With it I hope to turn over a new leaf of showing my girls that I am worth ten minutes just like they are.