Linking up with my favorite people at Five Minute Friday today!
There is a mom here at the pool who is in a bikini. It’s flamingo pink and she is tall and slender, and I think, but I’m not sure, she has a six pack.
I am not exactly sure because I need to stop staring. Staring is rude.
It’s just… a six -pack? Really?
I, meanwhile, am sitting over here in the concession stand area, amongst the candy wrappers and fifty-thousand flip flops and towels, and wondering where my six pack went. It’s been lost for a while.
Forever. It’s been lost forever.
She is also very tan. A nice golden glow.
I am not golden. I am more like a connection of freckles.
I know what you’re gonna think. You’re gonna think I’m going to go all “You go, mommies! No matter what size or shape or pack or lack of pack, you rock it, sister!”
And you’d be right. Sort of.
The interwebs is full of Go Mama Go posts, which is fine and dandy and kind of wonderful, for the most part.
But, it’s really kind of nice for me today because, I am actually there, already caught up with the words.
Don’t you ever wonder, with all the instagrams and facebooks and tweetings about Go Mama Go, if ever there might be a time… that the writers might be saying it so they can feel it too? Like, the words provide the comfort, retrospective-wise?
Oh. Just me? Ok.
I have done this. I have written, in hopes that the feelings would come.
Because, maybe, one of the laws of blogging is:
If You Write It, It May Come.
Or something like that.
(Another law of the bloggings? Don’t obscurely quote movies in your text.)
I am comforted by my blog, and you guys, and words that heal. But today? (Who knows how I will feel about all this tomorrow, but for now, thank you) I am comforted by the fact that I am ok-ish in my momsuit. Because I am dearly loved and beautiful and more precious than rubies.
Just let those words sink in. They are more than a comfort.