Yes, I already missed a day. But in my defense, I was busy wrapping birthday and Christmas presents, and spending time with my family. So I'll just post twice today and then it's like it never happened ;)
On Saturday, we all woke up and knew we had some errands we needed to run. In our family, weekend days without some type of obligations come around very infrequently, so we tend to be exhausted by the end of the weekend. This weekend all we had planned was some shopping, a quick run to our church building, and a trip to the bank. I went through our usual routine: get the boys downstairs, change diapers and dress them, get breakfast, and go about the list of to-dos. My awesome husband made us breakfast as I dressed the boys. I got them cozied up and comfy in their sweatpants and long sleeve t-shirts so that they would be warm and wouldn't fuss because of scratchy stiff jeans. After breakfast, my husband went upstairs to dress and came down in sweatpants and a t-shirt also. Then it was my turn.
It takes me forever to get ready, even for a short errand trip on a lazy Saturday. This Saturday looked like it was going to be the same as those others. I pulled out a pair of jeans, a nice shirt, picked out earrings and cute shoes. Then, as I was yanking my jeans over my post-baby bottom, I thought jealously about how the boys all got to be so comfortable on our trip out, while I had to find a way to look nice with just a short amount of time to get ready, and I was already looking forward to coming home and putting on my yoga pants and tee. Then I thought, why? Why can't I be comfortable while we go out? Why do I feel the need to get all "dolled up" to run out on some errands when I felt pretty crappy from the cold I've been fighting recently?
Now, I don't mean that it should be okay for me to go out in mismatched clothing, with mascera lines under my eyes and my hair a frizzy mess. I like to look decent when I go out, if for no other reason than that I respect myself and want to look good for my husband, even when we are just going on a quick trip out. I'm still fairly young and still in the typical post-baby body funk. So I put away the jeans. Folded my nice shirt. And pulled out my cute WVU sweats and t-shirt, the comfiest pair of socks I have, my WVU clogs/slippers, and threw my hair into a combed ponytail. And you know what... I still looked fine! I didn't spend twenty minutes doing my hair. I didn't have to use multiple makeup products on my face. I was me, and I was comfortable. Not only physically, but I realized in that moment that I was finally comfortable enough with myself to not cover up behind nicer clothes, makeup, and sleeked, shiny hair.
So, what did I learn yesterday? I learned that finally, after being on this earth for almost 28 years, and being married for three, and having two children, I am comfortable with who God made me to be. I realized that I haven't worn makeup when going out of the house more than once a week. That I don't mind wearing my more comfortable clothing when I'm just running out for a bit. But the best part was that I wasn't comfortable doing it just because I didn't care about my appearance anymore, and that I wasn't letting myself go. I was simply pleased with being me. And it was a wonderful feeling.
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