Women, Motherhood, Body Images and Other Things I Have No Right To Discuss

I’d been playing around with a concept that pertains to women, motherhood and body images (I know — risky territory) and I think I may have finally gotten it right in a recent post I wrote about Caroline over at Disney Baby. At first, I wasn’t going to link to it from my personal blog because, again, it’s a concept that I’ve touched on before. But I just saw a little while ago that the post had gotten a decent number of FB likes on the BabyDisney site, so I figured that meant it struck some type of chord which is why I decided to link it after all. If you’ve ever lamented the toll that pregnancy / motherhood has taken upon your body, I hope this post “speaks to you,” though I also hope that you don’t use verbiage like “wow, that post really spoke to me” a bunch, because, you know, you’d sound kinda hoaky and all.

Anyway, to read the post, click HERE.

Raising Pretty Girls

A few Friday’s ago, my wife and I were channel surfing when we stumbled upon a rare treat. Grease is the word, my friends. And it’s also a classic, one that I first saw at a very young age.

Which is how I started watching the movie. With the wide-eyed wonder of the ten-year-old whose tummy felt all funny inside the first time he saw Sandy, her fair complexion, cardigan sweater, full-length skirt and prudent yet playful ponytail.

But by the end of the movie, my perspective had changed to that of a 42-year old parent.

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The Countdown to a Birth and the Embracing of It

Grand Finale has it. He’s holding on to it right now.

Today marks 39 weeks which means that sometime within the next seven days it’s overwhelmingly likely that Grand Finale Osborne will begin his reign of planet Earth. And the reality of what’s to come is finally taking full effect, causing my mind to race at warp speed, looking ahead to the future with hope as it looks back to the past for guidance. Back to the child who had it, yet never understood exactly what it was.

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Seeing Yourself The Way Your Children Do

The Velveteen Rabbit teaches us how.

I had an exchange the other day with a friend I’d not spoken to in quite some time. Our conversation centered around the fortieth birthday she was about to “celebrate.” I put celebrate in quotes because the mother of two will do anything but. She admitted in no uncertain terms just how mightily she was dreading the occasion — struggling with it, even.

When I asked her why, she told me she was afraid of losing her edge. She didn’t ever want there to come a day when she wasn’t considered attractive anymore. It was harder than ever for her to “keep her figure.” She no longer had the same amount of energy as she used to. Each day of never-ending subservience to her young children was blending into the next. She felt rundown. And what’s worse, whenever she spied her own image looking back at her from a full-length mirror, she believed that she looked rundown. Especially compared to the way she looked just a few years ago.

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