A morning routine that includes self-care is a great way to get back in touch with that amazing, sexy, energetic pre-mom self of yours. But things like styling your hair and putting on make-up, are WAY easier said than done when you’re a mother with a couple of mucus-munchers running around.
Mama, I totally get it.
In the early days of my motherhood, I remember feeling like a shadow of my amazing pre-mom self. I wore the typical mom uniform, my hair was always in a pony tail and I never put on make-up. Feeling pretty just seemed like a luxury I couldn’t afford after I became a mom.
“CANNON BALL!!!!!!” is a word I remember fondly from my childhood. My uncle did the best cannon balls. We’d all cheer out as he’d leap off the diving board, tuck into a perfect human sphere and plunge securely into the deep end of the kidney-shaped swimming pool, sending what seemed at our age to be giant, surging waves for us to jump over, crash into, and swim through.
We’d scream and laugh with delight, demanding an encore performance over and over and over again. I’d stay in that pool until my fingers and toes were all pruney, until my blonde hair turned green and the sun went down.
Raising a special needs child certainly isn’t easy. The parental worry, the guilt, the wins and losses all seem to be amplified with a kid who needs a little extra help. But sometimes, when you least expect it, the stars align and the universe sends you out some good karma. I know I haven’t written an update on Baby G in a while, but I promise there’s a fantastically wonderful reason for it! But first, an update.
I am a spoiled rotten mother, and it’s not even Mother’s Day yet. Don’t get me wrong, I am looking forward to relaxing this Sunday, snuggling up with my kids in the morning, maybe getting some retail therapy in the afternoon. Mother’s Day is about celebrating all the things I do for my kids as their mom and it’s going to be a great day.
But as much as I am a kick-ass mom, I really do have it a lot easier than my mother did back in the day. In conversations over the years, my mother and I have touched on some things that have made me think, “Woah lady, you got it made compared to her!”
Here are five ways I’ve been spoiled rotten in my motherhood.