I looked in the mirror this evening and saw a shirt that I remember as being white when I put it on, but is no longer. I saw that I have mascara, juice, smeared muffin, boogers, chocolate, dirt, mac and cheese, ketchup, blood, something sticky, grease, marker, a sticker, some dinner, and drool that was some odd color on my shirt (my pants too). I stood in front of that mirror feeling a little embarrassed I went throughout the day like this and my dear husband has to come home to such a sight. I stood there wishing my face wasn't expanding along with my waistline, that my skin was clearer, that my hair would cooperate, that my tummy would start to look more pregnant instead of just fat at this point, that I really need a tan and some sleep, that I had bought more stain remover, and that I had known I looked such a wreck.
My hairdryer on the wall reminded me that my hair was done this morning, but I laid down with A for a nap. Then I remembered that I have mascara on my shirt because I dropped the little wand mid-stroke as I heard a LOUD crash this morning, followed by screaming and crying. I have blood on my shirt from comforting my daughter as her brother had just climbed on, and ultimately pulled over on top of her, her tall desk. I have juice on me because, along with the aforementioned crisis, I was trying to bake bread, feed and clothe four children and myself in an hour so we could get where we needed to be this morning. Ketchup and mac-and-cheese because a lovey three year old has to give me kisses 379 times during lunch alone, marker and a sticker because my five year old just had to have my help while he made a picture, dinner mostly because cooking just gets a little messy with everything else going on and a belly that touches the stove (already!), and pink-ish orange drool because the happy and adorable E just adores starburst candy and cuddling on my shoulder. And the list could go on.
There is evidence on my shirt of what my day has played out to be...a day like any other around here. Evidence that I have one rambunctious five year old, a sweet toddler, a baby with a bit of a cold and teeth coming in, a daughter that will be upset with her brother for a while, and that I am in the process of growing another precious girl. Evidence that I am a mom. Someday I will be able to stand in front of the mirror at the end of the day with a shirt that is still white and I will wish that it wasn't.
3 comments:
This was a beautiful post, Clara! I have often felt this way too, someday we will miss this. Lovely post :)
That was so sweet! Motherhood is such a special gift!
Your right, one day your shirt will be white and you will look in the mirror and reminisce on the days it wasn't. Those memories will remain sweet and close to your heart!
You are such an awesome mom!
Oh Clara, you're so right on all accounts!! While the smudges and fingerprints and overall nastiness seem to be around every corner I think we'll all miss it a bit when it's gone :)
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