My greatest fear is a new fear....growing old. By the time you start to fear it it seems to already be knocking at your door.
I remember being a little girl laying in bed in the morning, so excited for my mom to come into my room and get me ready for school. My mother was so beautiful. Her smile and eyes were so youthful. I remember seeing the grey in my grandparents hair. Then before I knew i,t moms smile had creases and my grandparents had passed.
Now I look in the mirror every morning before I wake my daughter, and I see grey in my hair. When I study the silver pattern in my once black curls I reminisce about the time when my mom still walked this earth. i think about how she probably looked in the mirror the same way every morning before she came to get me ready for the day.
Life is a cycle, a circle. I find myself swirling around in this loop and it scares me. Not an "eek a spider" kinds of a scare, but a harsh reality that demands acceptance, kind of a scare. I now am where my mom was so many years ago, a mom who's former youth lives on in her daughter and her son. A passing of the torch if you would....a ceremony that has taken place without even being given a notice to start preparing.
Motherhood stole my shoes!
Motherhood is a real mojo killer. Of coarse there are the obvious reasons, like, weight gain, stretch marks, and sleep deprivation. Then theres another less discussed change, shoes. Cute shoes at that. The next time you see a mom wrangling screaming kids at the grocery store, look at her feet. Bi pass the messy ponytail/bun and mom jeans and look straight at her feet. What will you most likely see? Keens, Tevas or some nameless payless brand flat slip ons that resemble nursing shoes.
I remember my kid free single days with great fondness and confusion. I remember being driven by what I can only imagine being some godless evil entity, to cram my feet into the most god awful uncomfortable shoes. Painful yet ADORABLE! I remember the awkward stiff legged stride (caused by super high heels). Ahhh, those fun nights on the dance floor jumping around, getting my groove on with my most prized accessories clutched in one hand with a drink in the other. Yes, cute shoes, along with my twenties seem to be a fleeting memory.
My hips hurt from the stretching and rearranging they went through during pregnancy. My feet are wider and longer. my back hurts, and quite frankly, I have no where fancy to be. I cant imagine wearing cute heels anymore. The thought of it makes me want to pop pain killers and cry. I guess this is where bedroom role playing comes into the mix.
Men, when you see your wife standing in the doorway to the bedroom wearing a teddy and sexy pair of heels, you need to know one thing. She isn't wearing them for you. Shes wearing them, right there in the doorway because that's the only way she can probably wear them...standing still. Shes too tired to wobble in them except for the distance from the closet to the bed. Not to mention the fact she probably doesn't have anywhere to wear them to other than the park or grocery store. And we all know that stilettos look ridiculous with mom sweaters and yoga pants. HELL, they might not even fit!
I am a stay at home mom that started having kids in her mid thirties. I know for a fact that some moms out there that got an earlier start probably dont have these issues. Going through the transition of being a mom and aging isnt fun or easy...and it sure as hell didnt come with a pair of spiked heeled studded hooker shoes. Sad face.
I remember my kid free single days with great fondness and confusion. I remember being driven by what I can only imagine being some godless evil entity, to cram my feet into the most god awful uncomfortable shoes. Painful yet ADORABLE! I remember the awkward stiff legged stride (caused by super high heels). Ahhh, those fun nights on the dance floor jumping around, getting my groove on with my most prized accessories clutched in one hand with a drink in the other. Yes, cute shoes, along with my twenties seem to be a fleeting memory.
My hips hurt from the stretching and rearranging they went through during pregnancy. My feet are wider and longer. my back hurts, and quite frankly, I have no where fancy to be. I cant imagine wearing cute heels anymore. The thought of it makes me want to pop pain killers and cry. I guess this is where bedroom role playing comes into the mix.
Men, when you see your wife standing in the doorway to the bedroom wearing a teddy and sexy pair of heels, you need to know one thing. She isn't wearing them for you. Shes wearing them, right there in the doorway because that's the only way she can probably wear them...standing still. Shes too tired to wobble in them except for the distance from the closet to the bed. Not to mention the fact she probably doesn't have anywhere to wear them to other than the park or grocery store. And we all know that stilettos look ridiculous with mom sweaters and yoga pants. HELL, they might not even fit!
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