By the time I hit my 40th week of pregnancy – and then even more so as I continued into my 41st week – I was more than sick of people talking about how I looked.
I didn’t matter whether someone thought I was huge or pretty good for as far along as I was or glowing or puffy (yes, someone actually called me puffy, and no I’m still not really over it yet), I was just altogether sick of hearing anything regarding how I looked.
Enter the Ladybug.
Since she was born I have been merely a pair of arms carrying the beautiful baby girl or the person pushing the stroller driven by the gorgeous little lady.
Anywhere I go with Miss Olive, friends, family and strangers greet her first. I play second fiddle to a 10-month-old, and I must admit – I love it.
Before we leave the house to go just about anywhere, I like to get the little Ladybug dolled up. Dresses, ruffles, lace, beadazzlings, hair bows, patent leather-looking shoes and more. She’s already cuter than cute, and all her embellishments are really just for the fun of it.
My goal shortly after giving birth was not a lofty one. I just wanted to find time to take a shower every day, which I have succeeded in on all but maybe two occasions (no worries, they were days I gave up and just stayed home). That said, though I have always been clean, I have definitely not always been put together.
The makeup that I never used to leave the house without having fully put on, now often falls by the wayside. My hair is long enough for a ponytail because most days the Ladybug is just not patient enough for this Mommy to take time to fire up the blow dryer.
The fact is, I know wherever I go with the little one I will be glanced at but likely not inspected or even given a close look.
Olive and I took a quick trip to The Mall at Fairfield Commons today, where at least three people had conversations with her without even saying a word to me. I got a quick “Cute baby!” smile as they walked away. It was great. The Ladybug was happy to have the attention, and these other shoppers never even noticed lunch leftover crusted up and down my sleeve – courtesy of Olive.
I appreciate that God made Miss Olive cute enough, and therefore distracting enough, that even on my most tired, rundown, Mommy-Zombie days, I feel confident that no one really notices. As long as I’ve got Blue Eyes by my side, I can remain in the shadows that hide frizzy hair and under-eye circles.
The mommy superpower I’m most thankful for today – the cloak of invisibility.
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| Miss Olive out shopping today. Seriously, how could anyone look at anything else? |
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