Tuesday, July 1, 2014

When I grow up, I want to be a cool mom

I've always known exactly what I wanted to be as an adult. Kindergarten me wanted to be a teacher, high school me wanted to be a youth minister, college me wanted to be a perpetual college student, and late college me wanted to be a chastity speaker. Three of these four dreams came true (unfortunately being a perpetual philosophy/theology student costs an arm and a leg... and probably your firstborn child, I decided to come back to that one). But all along, I've wanted to be a wife (check) and a mother (check).

It wasn't until pregnancy that I decided to set the bar higher. Not only do I want to be a mom, but I want to be an effortlessly cool mom wearing practical but fashion forward casual outfits, carting around happy kids, loving on my hot husband, and maintaining some semblance of social life on the side. Challenge accepted!



So, I'm definitely one of those creepers that will see someone around me and just be like "Dang, yo, that person looks way cool." My best friend and I became friends because she and I each saw each other, instantly wanted to become friends, but were too scared to talk to each other because neither of us wanted to look like an idiot (which later turned into subtle resentment, mutual friends making us hang out alone, shoe shopping, and we've been peanut butter and jelly ever since. Unfortunately, I never get the courage to actually talk to some of these fine ladies (because they're so cool!) but I secretly want to pull off motherhood like they can.

I know this is a tall order, especially given the fact our little one isn't here yet, and with each kid comes less mommy time and, depending on my priorities each day, something will have to go undone. I get that. I'm most likely going to get overwhelmed in 7.5 weeks (give or take), especially hoping for perfection and immediately settling into motherhood, but for now I'm going to enjoy my disillusion and order more cute clothes online for when I'm finally out of maternity clothes.

And for all of you moms out there: keep rocking it. You're an inspiration to the rest of us.
Bad example, but still. You get it.

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