Scary right?! That’s me there on the left, and this picture was taken just a little over a month ago, my 18 month old daughter thought it was quite hilarious to see her mom and aunt acting like polar bears! I’m not afraid to be real, I’m not afraid of what other people think, I’m not afraid to be honest! (Just read my Not Me Monday entry to see how much I reveal!)
I think being a scary mommy is all about being a real mommy. And I believe that I’m a real mommy.
Being a mom is so much more than I could ever have imagined. Nothing is more precious than sweet sloppy wet kisses from your toddler or watching your angelic newborn sleeping.
Nothing is as hard or terrifing as rushing your baby to the emergency room with a fever of 106 or pulling yourself out of bed when you’re sick with the flu at 3 am for the 6th time that night to nurse a screaming 6 month old who’s teething.
When I look at myself in the mirror as I see love handles and a large scar from my c-section and stretch marks galore. Forever gone is the teenage body I once had, that although I thought had plenty of flaws then, I would glady take back in an instant!
But then I look at those bright blue eyes and sweet round pink cheeks of my daughter and I count all my flaws as badges of honor.
Unlike many women in their mid 20s I’ve decided to for-go the club scene, the corporate ladder, the social mixing and events.
My days are filled with walks to the pond, Sesame Street, and discussions with other mommies about poop via Facebook.
Because I’m a stay at home mommy I can no longer afford to do things like get manicures and pedicures, highlights and awesome hair cuts.
Now it’s $3 color-in-a-box from Wal*Mart, $5 hair cuts from Cost Cutters, and scrubbing my toe nail polish off when I look down and realize it’s half way gone anyways.
The closest I get to a salon period is going in to get my face waxed…and believe me, that’s only because the hormones from being pregnant messed me up so bad that it is an absolute necessity otherwise my eyebrows become big, angry, mean, fuzzy black caterpillars and my husband starts dropping not-so-subtle hints about needing to go get my upper lip waxed.
I used to get hit on quite frequently (and always took secret enjoyment in it), now guys take one look at the chunky toddler I’m hauling around, smile at her, and don’t even send a glance my way.
The thing is though, I honestly say don’t miss anything from my life before being a mom. I embrace motherhood because all of it’s glories far outshine the hard parts.
I embrace it all, because I am a real mommy, I’m a Scary Mommy!