The Mom Look

Today is Saturday (if you weren’t aware).

It’s my ‘free’ day.

It sounds better than it actually is. Because although I don’t have the weekday responsibilities looming over me, I have Saturday responsibilities looming instead. But don’t get me wrong. I love Saturdays. This glorious day allows me to get caught up with the stuff that’s fallen between the cracks during the week.

I should be catching up on dusting right now. But instead I’m catching up on blogging…

Last Monday was… well… a Monday.

It had been a day and half since my last shower. It had been two weeks since I had attempted the mountain of laundry. And it was the first day back to school (since Friday) and for some reason that always overwhelms me just a bit.

I had forgotten to eat breakfast as usual. I was feeling a bit on edge due to the 4 cups of coffee I had ingested so by 11:00 I was shaking-starving and quickly inhaled leftover rice and beans from the previous night. Good protein, right?

So when my husband called and told me that he was on ‘this side of town, so how about we meet for lunch?’ I of course said yes! (this never happens) But I looked down in horror at my appearance, plus I wasn’t even hungry!

Oh well, I thought. I’ll just throw on a hat. Besides, no one will notice and I can just sit and enjoy his company.

I didn’t realize that my brother-in-law would be with him. Don’t misunderstand, we love Brandon and it was a pleasant surprise. Until he said…

“Whoa… you got the Mom Look going on today!”

So, someone had noticed…

I laughed (really) and agreed with him. It was bad. So bad in fact that I took a picture.

I’m not sure why I enjoy humiliating myself…

I couldn’t shake his comment for the rest of the day. Actually it’s been a week. (but believe me, it’s a good thing)

The Mom Look

I have laughed to myself repeatedly this week. It’s true. I have the Mom Look these days. But I’m ok with that. More than that actually, I’m proud of it.

Lil’ Mom in training

Because, guess what. I’m a MOM!! A mom of four little ones and they are my life, so why shouldn’t I look the part?

If you are a mom and have never read, “Loving the Little Years” by Rachel Jankovic, you’ve just got to stop what your doing now (but finish reading this first!) and order it on Amazon. I promise you’ll love it!

I LOVE what she had to say on “Me Time” and what that should mean to us moms. Here is a little excerpt from that chapter.

 
 
 
Scars and stretch marks and muffin tops are all part of your kingdom work. One of the greatest testimonies Christian women can have in our world today is the testimony of joyfully giving your body to another… the testimony of women who know the cost and joyfully pay it is profound. So make sure that you aren’t buying into the world’ propaganda. While there are a great many rewards, the sacrifice is very real. The reason so many women don’t want to do it is because it is very hard and has very real costs. But the answer to these obstacles is not to run away in fear as the world does, but to meet it with joy, and in faith.
My very kind and wise husband once left a note for me on Easter morning, two weeks after Daphne was born. He wrote, “To my wife, before she even goes near the closet on Easter morning.”… In it, he encouraged me to realize that there was no more fitting way to celebrate Easter (or any part of the Christian life) than in a body that has been undone on behalf of another.
So realize that your body is a testimony to the world of God’s design. Carry the extra weight joyfully until you can lose it joyfully. Carry the scars joyfully as you carry the fruit of them. Do not resent the damages that your children left on your body. Just like a guitar mellows and sounds better with age and scratches, so your body can more fully praise God having been used for His purposes. So don’t resent it, enjoy it!

I have definitely needed to be reminded of this 3.5 months post-baby. Having children takes a toll on your body, your mind and soul.

You are no longer just a woman or a wife. You are now a short-order cook, potty trainer, teacher (whether you home school or not),
etiquette instructor, launderer, cleaning service provider, nose wiper, nurse, chauffeur, kisser-of-boo-boos, discipline-er, etc…

And as our pastor’s wife just said last Friday at our Play and Pray, “I am so proud of you all! You have the hardest job in the world.” Gosh we need to hear that. Because it is hard and sometimes we can get lost. Lost climbing the mountain of laundry.

Motherhood changes you. And we must embrace that. Otherwise we will come to resent our mothering.

But at the same time, we can’t let “The Mom Look” define us and take away our femininity. It’s important to remember who we are for our own sanity and it’s important for our husbands and children too. (oh gosh, I really need to hear this today too!)

In that same chapter Rachel says this,

Your body is a tool – maintain it. Having sacrificed your body for your children is no excuse for schlepping around in sweatpants for the rest of their childhood (oops!). When you were eighteen, you might have been skinny without trying. In your thirties, after having had a pile of kids, the chances are good that you will need to try.

 


I remember my 25th birthday. I had just given birth to my third child (literally the day of). We celebrated with my family a week or so after. I was so touched when my sister-in-law, Mom and sister decided to give me a ‘make-over’ as a gift. I tried not to let the thought seep in that they were doing this because they thought I needed it! Instead I enjoyed the pampering.

I will be forever grateful for that sweet act of kindness! I had really let myself go. I hadn’t even realized it until I was in the store trying on clothes and shoes… when was the last time I did this! Amy my s-i-l was wonderful at helping me find a new style that I was in desperate need of.

That was five year ago. And I have learned so much about dressing nice and looking pretty for my man. Which doesn’t always mean make-up and matching accessories.

But I find myself a little stuck these days. And I need to find myself… again.

I am going to have the Mom Look every now and then. And I’m ok with that, because that’s where I am in life right now. I am a busy, homeschooling mom of four.

My body (and appearance) is bearing the fruit of motherhood. And that is a blessing that I do not take for granted. What a small sacrifice it is.

But I’m also a wife.

And a woman.

And it’s important not to forget that. That’s why just the other day I went and bought some new perfume and some stud (baby-pulling proof) earrings… and resisted buying new comfy ‘workout’ clothes (quotes b/c I don’t wear them to work out in!).

Yes, it’s fun to indulge and pamper yourself just a bit. But don’t forget the true renewal and reminding you of who you are will only come from God and His Word.

This is so hard for me. But it truly works! God’s Word is alive and it speaks to our hearts, not matter where we are stuck in life.

If you have an extra minute, skip on over to my friend’s blog where she writes about some practical how-to’s on how to make time for this. She should know, she’s got 10 kids! And is still homeschooling 8 of them! And she’s a real person! You’ll love her.

Ok, back to my Saturday catch-up day! I’m getting a late start, but that’s ok. I love sharing my heart with you and it helps me better understand what’s going on inside me too. Thanks for the therapy!

3 thoughts on “The Mom Look

  1. I loved this in a million different little ways! And although you might feel like you have “The mom look” (hysterical btw) right now, I promise that you are glowing in motherhood! I haven't worried about your style, because honestly, i don't notice it compared to your joy!! You look fab girl….really.

  2. Lord have mercy,
    I could never begin to say everything I LOVE about this post.
    The picture of you? ROCKS!!!!!!! That is my favorite part of the post.
    But your words, oh friend, if women could just get ahold of those thoughts and actually BELIEVE them!! Life changing, I tell ya'.
    So glad I came over to see what you were referring to. This was more than worth the visit.
    And as my sweet hubby told me once, when I said something negative about my belly as he was touching it, “Don't you ever say that again. That stomach is your crown. My babies gave you that crown, and you should be proud of it.” I have never forgotten him saying that. Even though I still hate my belly. LOL!

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