My cousin had a post on Facebook this morning which stirred up some feelings for me. Not new ones which you know if you’ve been reading me for a while.
I have carried a child within my body. I have nourished and comforted a baby upon my chest. My body is not perfect, but when I look in the mirror I am happy because I see a mother, and there is no greater honor or blessing. Make this your status if you’re proud to be a mother
Now, let me start with yes, I am proud of my body. I am blessed that it served me so well, creating and carrying two healthy and thriving boys. I am blessed with the ability to breast feed for as long as I desire.
But this is crap to me. Not the ability to create human life but to shake off my appearance and push aside how I really wish to look. To shrug my shoulders and say “Ehh, its good enough IM A MOM!” FTN! I am a Mom and while I am one who is struggling within my head right now, I have no desire to be looked at as a mother. “She looks good for a Mom.” No. I will look good, period. Why do people say that? It’s a backhanded compliment, no? I am a woman; “Mother” is one of my hats, not my identity.
I won’t stop trying to be healthy, physically or mentally. I won’t ever be less than I can be just because I am a Mom. I will do the opposite, I will strive to be my absolute best because I am a Mother, because I deserve it but most of all, because my children deserve it, too.