| Everleigh (watching me as I apply facial cream): | I want some! Mommy, I want some! |
| Me: | You don't need this yet, Everleigh. Your skin is perfect. |
| E: | It's perfect? |
| Me: | It's perfect baby skin. Mommy has wrinkles from too much sun, see? |
| E: | Oohhhh, Mommy... wrinkles! Pretty! |
Tonight, as we were getting ready for bath time. E and I slapped on our summer suits and had an impromptu iphone photo shoot.
I’m not sure if anybody—young, old, skinny, fat, short, tall, male, female—is completely comfortable in his or her own skin. I know I haven’t always been. But now that I have a daughter, it’s more important than ever for me to love all of me, from the stretch marks and scars to the squishy thighs and larger hips. This body helped me carry my beautiful girl to term; and this little girl looks up to me as her role model.
Also, there’s this other mom blogger who posted a picture of herself in a new bathing suit mere months after giving birth. She was sent this degrading comment by some anonymous bozo who had another think coming when blogger after blogger after blogger spurred by this blogger began snapping and posting shots of themselves in bathing suits just to show this anon what’s up.
I’m not a joiner. But if there’s something really worth joining, then E and I will slap on our bathing suits and do a little photo shoot for the cause. This is about solidarity.
#swimsuitsforbagel
Obsessing over my new Ray Bans. The perfect pair to replace my trusty wayfarers that I lost last week.
Working on time management. I have about a weeks’ worth of work to complete tomorrow. Yikes.
Thinking about the heat, and about how quickly it arrived. What a perfect Victoria Day long weekend in Toronto filled with lazy mornings, brunches and playground visits.
Anticipating bedtime (mine).
Listening to the echo of fireworks as they snap, crackle and pop down by the lake.
Drinking water.
Wishing for a short-lived cold/flu. I caught a nasty bug on Thursday. So far, no such luck…
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Three generations.
This picture was taken in September. At the time, my mom had been diagnosed with a life-threatening aortic aneurism. In November she went in for surgery. The risk the aneurism posed was minimized successfully, but during clamp time she suffered a spinal stroke. She came out of surgery having lost the ability to walk.
My mother was anything—a motorcyclist, ski racer, physical education teacher and dog agility handler—but inactive. So, you can imagine the devastation she faced when she could no longer depend on the two things she’s always depended on—her legs. Seven months later, with the assistance of leg braces and a walker, she is able to “walk” her dogs around the block.
On this day, and every day, my mom is truly an inspiration to me—if not a reminder to appreciate the things I have while I have ‘em.
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The best brunch date a mama could ask for. Everleigh, you have made motherhood more blissful than I ever could have imagined it to be. Happy mother’s day to me.
