This past weekend, I had a day that fed my writer and my “girl” side. I went to a writing workshop (put on by the amazing Donald Maass), spent time in a room with almost two hundred other women writers (and a few token guys tossed in there, but who was counting) and at the end of that day, went out to dinner and dancing with my dearest friend. It was her birthday (a big one that propelled her into a new checkbox category) and we ended up finishing the night much in the same way she and I met 13 years ago: Dancing.
Years back, when we were fresh-cheeked and more trouble than we were worth (I’m sure), we met on a dance floor, booty bumped each other in fact, and we kept on dancing. Dancing was just something we did, something we enjoyed. (It was a great form of exercise, too!… Okay, yes, minus the apple martinis.) So this weekend marked a passage for me…it made me realize how so much of my life has changed, even while some things–like the friendship I cherish–remain the same.
Gone are the days of staying up until 4 am because I was staying OUT all night. Now all-nighters center around a tiny force of nature called a toddler. Gone are some of the trappings I used to think were uber-important to the fabric of my life: fabulous nails, a much more divided closet of clothing that included work attire, going out attire, going OUT attire, and then getting really dressed up attire. Now if it’s not washable, it’s relegated to the tiny section in the back of the closet and brought out on special occasions. Those weekend plans that usually started on Thursday and ended somewhere on Sunday. And eating out… that, I miss. (Of course, I’m sure it’s well established by now that cooking is not among my top thousand things to do.)
I could go on and on about all the trappings I used to consider a daily part of my life, but really, all of that — and being on that dance floor once again with my best friend — are just what we do (or did) to make us feel like a WOMAN.
I liked having pretty nails, because it made me feel feminine. Now it’s not practical. (And really, lipstick when you have a toddler? What’s the point?) A lot of the ways I focused on myself as a woman before are gone. And in fact, if there is one struggle that I think most moms can relate to it’s remembering who the woman is underneath.
Before you think this is just a pity party over a missing French manicure, let me be clear: Being a mom is still the best job in the world. I’d give up every tube of lipstick and every perfectly-fitted shirt just to keep seeing that beautiful smile on my son’s face, to hear his laughter, to watch every day as he grows and becomes more and more his own person. Every new thing to him is new to me, all over again. It’s wonderful.
But so is being a woman…and without all the trappings of my pre-Mama days, it’s tough sometimes to remember that. So, it’s time to find NEW trappings. It’s time to develop new rituals and routines and “girlie” things that make you feel wholly feminine, 100% you. I think it makes me a better mom if I put in the time to feel good about myself, too.
Here are some of my new “woman” trappings and I’d love to hear yours…
- Pedicures. I may have given up the fake French manicure (and a plain ol’ manicure doesn’t last long), but I won’t give up the pedicures. They don’t happen often, but I make time every few months. It feels decadent and seeing painted toes on my feet always makes me smile.
- Alone Time. Alone time qualifies as not just time away from the house, hubby and son, but time that is completely spent free of responsibility. My favorite getaway is the movies. I go by myself, I splurge on popcorn and I watch a movie. Usually by the end, I’m feeling remarkably refreshed.
- Make an effort. I pull a little extra time from the day to style my hair, put on some makeup, wear pants that do not have an elastic waistband – maybe not every day, but I still put those as priorities when I can. It’s important to feel good.
- Face to Face Time with Friends. It can be tough to match schedules, but for me, getting out of the house is essential, given that I work from home as well as raise my son. Meeting up with girlfriends is important and gives me that “girl” connection. Funny how it sometimes takes being around other women to feel like a woman. Go figure.
What are some of the ways you feel like a woman today? How is it different from your pre-children years?







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