It all began one day when Blake had just gone down for a “nap”. Nap is in quotations because the child does not nap – she merely closes her eyes for a 10 minute stretch and then is wide awake and ready to play again. Still, 10 minutes is a much-needed break and a moment to myself. I sat down on the couch, in the silence and slowly “came to”. It was 3:30PM, I was still in my pajamas…pajamas covered in baby spit up. What’s worse? I hadn’t even brushed my teeth that morning! The words, hot mess came to mind as I sympathized with my grumpy cat mug.
In an act to try to “save the day” I went into my closet and pulled out some old pre-pregnancy jeans. Big mistake. I got one leg in when I realized, this just wasn’t going to work, and why go through the pain of trying to squeeze a whole other leg in? I contemplated putting on my maternity jeans but then opted for my ol’ reliable, tried and true yoga pants instead (every new mom’s uniform) and vowed to go shopping the next day.
What Do Moms Wear?
I put a lot of thought into what sort of clothes I needed and in the end, decided I needed a new style altogether. Afterall, wasn’t I a new person after having a child? I was now a mom. What do moms wear? I wanted something comfortable, but not too sloppy looking. Chic and trendy but toned down a bit. Baffled by all of these new thoughts, I headed to the mall.
Luckily I was able to find some great items at two of my favorite stores: Express and Zara. After awkwardly telling one of the store’s sales reps that I was “looking for new clothes within the genre, Suburban Mom meets San Diego hipster” (the 22-year-old sales rep looked at me blankly) I bought a couple pairs of jeans and a few shirts. I tried to make my purchases about 50% mom appropriate and comfortable and 50% San Diego trendy – in the end they’re really just 100% me.
A Different Version of Myself
And while I may not be the same person I was a year ago – two sizes smaller wearing skin-tight clothes, going out to fancy restaurants and trendy bars every weekend and complaining when I didn’t get 8 hours of sleep (ha! what a fool) – I’m definitely still a version of myself. Perhaps a little more mature (a newborn baby depending on you for survival will do that I guess), a lot more confident (ya know, because I gave birth to a human being), and a whole lot more complete with Blake in my life.
Funny how a new pair of jeans can put it all into perspective.