New babies come at a high cost. No, I’m not just talking about money or those sleepless nights – but there’s something else that these precious little ones cost us mothers… and that’s the toll on our personal hygiene.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the full length mirror on the way out the door yesterday and I barely recognized myself. My hair was carelessly pulled up in a bun-tail (you know, one of those half pony-tail, half bun thingies); My black shirt had a very large smear of white dried spit-up on it; and my Capri’s looked like they had just come out of the hamper (it was actually the dryer – but hey, at least they were clean!).
After seeing my legs, it dawned on me that perhaps I had also neglected to ‘groom’ my pits… I pulled up a arm and gasped! Yikes… I was officially a hippie! We live in an area where tank tops and shorts are normal attire year round. I have gone into public several times like this – to the store, to visit friends, and have even attended church!
Even though I’ve been able to shower on a semi-regular basis, shaving hasn’t exactly been high on my priority list. Our newborn son has a bad case of Acid Reflux and as a result must remain upright all of the time. My arms are always full and most of my time spent caring for his special needs. I suppose one should be able to rationalize this and not let it bother them, but yesterday it really got to me.
I started to descend into a little pity party, when a small voice from behind me said ‘Mommy, you’re the most beautiful girl in the whole world and you’re a wonderful maker!’ (I’m assuming he meant food). My oldest son (4) had poked his head around the corner and in two seconds set me straight. He reminded me why I had let everything go in the first place… there are more important things in life than looking well groomed. Who cares what anyone else thinks? Besides, I know that this ‘season’ of my life will pass all too quickly and my hairy-legged days will be over.
With a renewed spring in my step, I proudly grabed my hairbrush and neatly combed those lucious locks… on my legs! :-)