It's not the things you wear,
It's not the way you do your hair--
But it's you I like.
The way you are right now,
The way down deep inside you--
Not the things that hide you,
Not your toys--
They're just beside you.
But it's you I like--
Every part of you,
Your skin, your eyes, your feelings
Whether old or new.
I hope that you'll remember
Even when you're feeling blue
That it's you I like,
It's you yourself,
It's you, it's you I like." - Mr. Fred Rogers
I had come to a small crisis point last night, and you other moms will know what I'm talking about here. DH and I were lying quietly in bed, Maeve was asleep in her crib, and DH whispers to me: Are you okay?
I had just been thinking about how much I hate feeling unattractive. I have never weighed this much or paid this little attention to my looks, and when I feel this way, I start to pull away a little from DH. It's kind of a defensive maneuver so I don't get hurt in case he rejects me. So I admitted that to him.
"If I'm not pretty, and I don't have time to do thoughtful things for you around the house or cook for you, what is there left of me that's attractive to you?" I asked.
"You," he said, "just you."
Oh yeah. Thanks, honey.
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| Back when we got engaged - 2005 |
I know exactly what you mean; it's almost a daily struggle for me and in a way I'm glad that my husband isn't around so I don't have that added self-inflicted pressure to get my "pre-baby body" back. It sounds like your DH is an awesome and supportive guy!
ReplyDeleteHe is. Oh, and I ran this blog by him before I posted it, in case anyone was worried.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sweetie!!! That's a great post.
ReplyDeleteI would probably feel a little guilty, too - if I was still married - but since my divorce, I take care of myself to an extent, but my daughter takes priority over anything concerning me.
ReplyDeleteI'm glad you have someone who understands that being a mother keeps one busy and away from the elliptical! :)
Mmmm. You really got a good one.
ReplyDeleteI remember not starting to feel like myself until I stopped breast feeding (I'm not sure what you're doing). But it's just plain hard at this point. Be gentle with yourself. Your husband obviously is.:)