Nothing quite prepares you for children. It's the greatest, most
impossible love in the world. Those curious eyes, chubby cheeks...suddenly your rough edges are smoothed away and you look at life from a new perspective.
It is also a time for matted hair, dark under-eye circles, premature grays and many-a-day spent in your bathrobe. Your husband tells you "
You're so beautiful, honey" and you really DO
want to believe him...but the unsightly reflection in the mirror (that looks more like Gollum from Lord of the Rings than YOU) begs to differ.
Today was a tough day. I went back to work after only 4 short weeks at home with Gianna. It was hard, I miss her precious face and sweet baby noises but ...
Whatta ya gonna do, ehh???Feeling a bit sorry for myself, I decided to cure my baby blues with a Big Mac and Diet Coke. As I'm pulling through the McD's drive-thru, a
much younger (albeit semi-cute) male cashier said "That'll be $5.37, sweetie." Good lord, am I hearing things?
Sweetie? SWEETIE? Is this a cruel joke and my ears are playing tricks on me? I stuck my chin up, flipped my hair, and tossed him my credit card. He handed it back and said "Thanks, sweetie". As I drove away I thought: "Hmmm, I came here a million times while I was a chubby pregnant slob...and was certainly
never called "sweetie"... I have to admit, it's nice to feel semi-attractive again - even if the compliment is from a 15-yr. old junior manager at McDonald's.
(Legal Disclaimer: No one in the entire world means more to me than my husband/soulmate/best friend Clay, but he's under a strict marital obligation to pay me compliments :)To all the hard-working, tired, beautiful moms out there...
"You've still got it, girls!"