The last three hundred and sixty some odd days have been the longest, shortest, most joy-filled, exhausting and exhilarating days of my life thus far. I’m sure most first-time mom’s will use similar adjectives to describe their journey into motherhood. For me, these moments, days, and sleepless nights are best articulated with this list of words I had formerly only used to describe a Vegas-vacation or the moment after tasting a cookie-dough blizzard (yes, eating a blizzard can be exhausting!).
I’m not sure “words” can do this past year justice, but my blog going forward will be an attempt at illustrating where I have been and who I have become since I pushed this nugget out of me - without as little as an Advil to ease the physical pain, I might brag ;-).
Today, my son’s first birthday, felt like the ideal day to truly begin writing again. I’m finally ready to share, ruminate, and wax poetic on this new version of my life.
It is my belief, or perhaps a 365-day drawn out excuse, that I have not been able to write/blog/share because I was not quite sure what I wanted to say. Shocking right? As most know, I have a strong and often bossy opinion. Only now, that opinion is rooted in the follies of motherhood. I had a Freudian slip the other day when I shared with a friend, “I’m ready to tell the world how style has affected my experience as a mother.”
Thus far I’ve felt the intense excitement of breast pumps, mad love, and stretch mark creams, officially making me the “authority” on nothing and everything. My promise is to recount all of my sometimes-stylish and extremely fascinating (in my humble opinion) experiences that both have led me up to this day, and continue to color the ridiculousness of my life.
A big shout out to my husband for buying me those Jimmy Choo Motorcycle boots last winter that made me feel like a human during my low-self esteem days. And, a huge “thank you” to my girl Wallace for keeping me sane while trying on clothes in those horribly lit Nordstrom fitting rooms (no one’s cellulite should suffer the scrutiny of fluorescent lights).
Okay...that’s it, let’s do this!
Love, love,
StyleEye Mama