The modern mom’s dilemma: would you ever work on the day of your child’s birthday party?
As I write this, I’m getting ready to celebrate my baby girl’s first birthday. (So soon?) Excitement, love and fulfillment runs through me to no end… a very different scenario than last year this same time. Last fall, I was weeks away from giving birth and seriously worrying about my underwear.
By now we’ve all heard, read and/or watched the controversy regarding Chaz Bono joining the cast of Dancing With The Stars, yes? He is the first transgender person to be cast in the show… and America is going crazy. Message boards, blogs and Twitter accounts are exploding with fury over this choice. Viewers are threatening to boycott the show to “teach ABC a lesson” and are lashing out at Bono online as though he’s committed a horrific crime.
Excuse me for ranting, but I have no choice. This isn’t personal, it’s purely business. There are a few operating procedures concerning the business of Mommyhood that (in my opinion) need to be fixed. I say this, because I love us.
Recent choices have led me to wonder if I’m walking a fine line lately between sexy and slutty. Not too long ago, my sister texted me a picture of a clothing boutique’s window display showcasing mannequins with minidresses on – alongside two baby strollers. Seeing it, I squealed with delight, and thought it was a fun and long-overdue display of the “new, sexy mom”…until my sis commented on the “slutty dresses” and questioned how and why any designer would create such a contradictory scene for a storefront window. Whoa. Reality check. As arguably appropriate as her opinion seemed, it was also strange for me to hear this from her (considering that my sister’s past activities involve wearing miniskirts to church).
This is so much more than about shoes, ladies. Despite my commitment to “keep things fabulous” after having my baby, I found myself falling into an “I’m not in the mood for anything” type of mode the past few months…
It takes a certain dexterity. It’s uncomfortable. It’s complicated and gross… not to mention UNfabulous. But sometimes there’s no other choice. That which won’t kill you will make you stronger. Who knew that peeing in a McDonald’s bathroom would make me feel so invincible?
“Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?” My childhood obsession (Snow White) goes deeper than I thought. I’ve recently concluded that I’m raising a vain baby… and I don’t want it any other way. She is fabulous, and (as her mom) I think she should know it.