Which means that clothing is out and skin is in. Nearly everywhere I look (online, on TV, and even out my bedroom window), I see people with tanned skin and fit bodies. People who are running, exercising, and sunbathing…all while showcasing their near-perfect figures.
Having just had a baby 4 months ago, I am doing none of these things. In fact, I am trying desperately to wear as much clothing as I possibly can while still staying cool. Because, I can say with absolute certainty, nobody wants to see what lies beneath. Maxi dresses and denim jackets are my new best friends.
Having my third baby and now being thirty, this baby weight just wants to hang on. My stomach (which used to be flat) has become “squishy” at best, my thighs have expanded with each pregnancy (despite the fact that I am running), and my arms will occasionally wave back at me when I excitedly greet a friend or neighbor. Oh, and I think I have lost enough hair to rival a whole family of cats.
To add insult to injury, the universe seems bent at reminding me of my monumental failure at being fit by showcasing moms on blogs, on TV, and on Facebook who look better than ever having just given birth a few weeks or months earlier.
This is not my reality. My reality is that I can only workout one or two times a week (if that) and I am currently about as pasty white as a ghost
My reality is that I can try my very hardest to eat healthier and “count calories”…but that Dr. Pepper each morning is my one guilty pleasure. And I am convinced it helps me make it through the day.
My reality is that I don’t have the time or energy to focus full-force on my body. I have a husband and three kids to take care of, a relationship with God to foster, friends and family to encourage, a blog to run, and a church to attend. I could probably get back into my pre-pre-pre-pregnancy size 4 jeans if I really wanted to…but my body is not my top priority right now. My kids are. My husband is. My relationship with God is. My friends and family are.
My reality is that my body has made me a mom. Rather than cursing it for all the things that currently irritate the heck out of me, I can be thankful that I was healthy enough to carry three precious children within me. This is a privilege I do not take lightly.
Every pound I have gained has provided nourishment for three beautiful children.
Every stretch mark on my stomach a reminder that life was once formed there.
Every hair I have lost a memento of the thousands of prayers that have been prayed for the health and well-being of the three precious miracles that God has entrusted to me.
I’ve finally resigned myself to the fact that I’ll never get my body back.
And that’s okay with me…my body made me a mom, after all.
And I wouldn’t trade that for the world.
If you are reading this and you have become a mom through the beautiful act of adoption, please recognize that the same sentiment rings true for you as well. Your body has enabled you to take care of your children and to put the needs of your family ahead of your own wants and desires (even that of a fit and fabulous bod). :)