Before I had my children, I used to spend mornings (late mornings) getting myself together. I’d dress up, accessorize, and throw on a touch of makeup- MAC’s ‘Ruby Woo’ was my weapon of choice. I actually styled my hair. Nowadays, my morning throw-together is a little bit different: instead of an American Apparel dress, I’m usually reaching for my skinny jeans and a t-shirt. I traded my jewelry for spit-up and food stains, and my beloved Ruby Woo has been banished to the back of a drawer.
Here is what I have learned from my transition into the messy world of motherhood: I like it this way. I feel better about myself now than I ever did then, because the woman I see in the mirror today is real. My face looks beautiful, not because it reaps the benefits of good concealer or the right shade of lipstick, but because it is beautiful. There are no illusions or accentuation to my appearance anymore. I’m sure that someday when my children are older and more self-sufficient I will have the extra time to “put myself together,” but for now I am enjoying this natural, wonderfully grounded, decidedly unglamorous period in my life.
What’s been playing in my car lately:
Gavin DeGraw, “Not Over You”
Florence and the Machine, “Shake It Out”
Train, “Save Me San Francisco”