Last Friday me and B went to story time at Barnes + Noble. In case you ever wondered, 13 months old is too young for story time at B+N!! We lasted all of two pages before someone was trying to grab every little girl's hair in a .0 mile radius. We will try again when we get to 18 months, and hopefully the second time I won't embarrass my son too much! (funny story that I may share over coffee sometime)
When I was getting ready before we left, I realized that I've never been to anything mommy/baby related. Well, I take that back. When I went to my first IVF class, alone, I was with mommies (who were not alone) trying to have babies! That day I had the exact same feeling as I did last week.
What is a mom supposed to look like? I didn't want to be on the benches listening to Curious George being read and look totally out of place (The fact that I had a 13 month old and all the other children were at least 3 wasn't the out of place that I'm talking about). I was trying to picture moms in my head, did they wear skirts, high heels, perfectly styled hair, glamorous but natural make-up? More importantly what diaper bag, purse, did they carry?
I looked in the mirror to make myself a "mom" and I realized I am a mom! I look like a mom. I am and look like a mom. Bronson's mom to be exact. And Bronson's mom can wear whatever she wants. Most likely a black t-shirt and black yoga pants with her hair tied up in a messy bun. That's what this mom wears.
"Perfect Mom" via
"Bronson's Mom" via