on accepting my size 10 mom jeans

yep. i did it. i bought mom jeans.
true i'm only 26, but i'm the mom of 3 kids so mom jeans it was.

i remember i used to be appalled at the little pouch of skin and fat that mothers have around their midsection.
my sister and i would see moms at the beach

and vow it would never happen to us.

well sorry sis, it happened.
(hopefully it won't happen to you)

so in my efforts to contain the aforementioned mommy pouch

i have resorted to high waisted pants.

i spent a full morning with my mother searching for just the right pair.
let me tell you, high waisted jeans that actually look good are hard to find.

it's easy to find high waisted jeans that are tapered, a poor denim wash, with butt pockets hiding up by the waist band, or that in general make me look like a giant ice cream cone. (you know really skinny at the bottom and growing fatter at the top)

i finally settled on these jeans from Eddie Bauer.
(thanks mom for taking me shopping!)

they do a great job of holding in my extra bits, (although at the end of the day they have stretched out like crazy and i feel like i'm hauling them back up every time i stand.)

as i sat at home in my new size 10, high waisted, mom jeans i could not help but feel sorry for myself and my flabby belly.

but then my friends started posting this link on Facebook. it's an article about how to speak to little girls so they aren't so focused on being "pretty" but rather focused on learning and retaining knowledge.

i started reflecting. (and not looking at myself in the mirror)

what sort of messages am i sending to my little girl when i look in the mirror and scowl as i jiggle that mama pouch?
what do i really say when i say i look horrible without mascara?

i know i don't have a "perfect" body.
i know i don't have the super model body.
nor do i even have the body that i had 12 months ago.
i have a mom's body and that means a lot.

motherhood is a sacrifice. of time, and of body.
i spent 9 months growing each of my children and 37 months nursing each one of them (and i'm not going to stop anytime soon)
i grew 3 human beings within my flabby belly.
i let my body house them as they grew bigger and bigger and finally i let my body deliver them.
i feel extremely blessed that i was given the opportunity to have my children.
i have been blessed to have three pregnancies resulting in 3 children.
and if that's not a perfect body i don't know what is.