When I first became a mother, I judged myself harshly against the ideals of the past. The 1950's mother served cocktails and nutritionally balanced meals while remaining immaculately dressed. The 1960's and 70's mom prepared organic baby food, crocheted baby blankets, and nursed their children until their teeth were large enough to chew steak. In the 1980's and 90's Power Mom emerged, an enigma who worked full-time, aerobicized to Jane Fonda and staged elaborate children's parties with cakes that would've put the the Cake Boss out of business. The 2000's gave us Super Mom, an SUV-driving force who taught her children Mandarin Chinese, practiced pilates and and somehow managed to have an energetic sex life. And today we have the indie mom, a woman who outfits her baby's nursery with things from Etsy, drives a hybrid, and appliques baby clothes with remnants from vintage thrifted garments.
Over time, my mothering style has evolved into a combination of all the above. I feed my children whole-wheat pasta one night and Chick-Fil-A the next. My home can best be described as Elementary School Chic - furniture from Thomasville, room decor from Lego. The wood floors are swept, but missing marker caps, candy wrappers and dried-out hunks of Play-Doh lurk under the couch. And don't even ask me what the interior of my car looks like. Family activities include visiting museums, painting, giggling at Spongebob, and playing endless games of Build Your Own Mousetrap.
Some days I pray that I'll make it to dinnertime without losing my voice, my patience, or my mind. Despite the pressure, challenge and guilt, I've managed to retain my sense of humor and discovered the true joy in being with my children. Nothing can compare to the sound of my twins' laughing, or watching them battle it out over Super Mario, or taking them fishing (which we did yesterday. It was a hoot.) I feel privileged to have witnessed all of their "first's." And despite my hatred towards celebrity moms, impossible-to-assemble toys, and the dread of sitting through one more torturous school performance, I wouldn't trade my life in for anything else in the world.
I make every attempt to keep the focus of my blog off my kids. I don't want to be one of those twee bloggers who endlessly obsesses about her children, inundating readers with photos documenting every moment of their precious little snowflake's life. I kind of like it that my blog is a place just for me, where I can share my own interests separate from those of my children. But I can't resist the opportunity to share a few photos. Cue adorableness.
|My twins Jake and Josh, 3 weeks old|
|My daughter Becky, 3 years old|
|With my brood at brunch this morning - notice Jake in the middle, being a punk (he gets that from me *sniff*)|
While I'm going through old photos and baby clothes and choking back my tears, here's what went down on Dress With Courage this week:
- I remixed a vintage prom dress and waxed nostalgic about my high school days;
- Wondered whether moms make better shopping buddies than friends;
- Gave myself permission to say yes;
- Continued my Thrifting 101 series with an exploration of fashion development from the 1920's to the 1960's;
- Answered questions about shoes for Fashion Beauty Friend Friday;
- and celebrated my tenth feature in IFB's Links a la Mode.
I could not believe it when I hit 200 followers through Google Friend Connect yesterday. Best. Mother's. Day. Present. Ever. Seriously. Thank you for following and reading my blog every day. I'm humbled and so happy you're here. BIG giveaway coming tomorrow to celebrate!
If you're visiting my blog for the first time, please think about follow me through Google Friend Connect, tweeting with me on Twitter, or becoming a Facebook fan. It would be like a massive virtual ((((group hug)))).