Hey Everyone and HAPPY FRIDAY!
I felt that it was my OBLIGATION to make this post.
I think it’s incredibly easy as a mother to feel as though you’re no longer this hot little head-turning thing when you walk into a room, but rather heads are turning because your shirt is probably inside out or they’re wondering how on Earth you found a scrunchy to throw in your hair in the year 2018. I see you. I get you.
Finding out I was pregnant with my daughter was one of the greatest days of my life. Very few things will ever come close and very few things will ever compare to the joy that is her. I went out of my way to tell my husband on NUMEROUS occasions, “Don’t forget about me.”
When I said that– I was never once speaking about ME, his wife, the mother of his child. I was speaking about CANDACE, the woman he fell in love with and the woman I so desperately didn’t want to lose.
I feared that when I became a mom that is all I would ever be. I wouldn’t be seen or heard any longer, but rather as “Mom.” I kept thinking I have done and seen all these incredible things. People find me funny and cute and charming and a little overly sensitive and sometimes a huge pain in the butt. But, see, I like ALL of those things. I didn’t want to be forgotten.
As a mother I wear makeup 4 out of the 7 days of the week. I own more workout/yoga pants than jeans. And I really only wear a dress, a maxi dress to exact, when I am too lazy to hunt for the other parts of an outfit. That’s reality.
I focus on the little things that bring a smile to my face. If you are a BRAND new mother, a mom of a toddler, teens or perhaps your children are all grown up..I think this is something we can all relate to. I make an extra large cup of coffee every morning, get ready for the day regardless of where I am going, take photos of every moment with my daughter (realize that even what you consider AWFUL photos of you..she will see as wonderful) and I sing and dance with her at the end of each day. That is my new happy. This is my new life.
It has taken some time, but I have come to realize that by giving birth and becoming a mother you are changing, but for the better. At this time, you are the best possible version of yourself. It’s the selfless, perhaps a little chubbier, happier, wildly addicted to caffeine, obnoxiously content version of you. Embrace this person. Realize that you were never lost and no one would dare forget about you.