My Body Made Me a Mom

 

It'due south summertime.

Which means that wearable is out and skin is in. Nigh everywhere I look (online, on TV, and fifty-fifty out my sleeping room window), I see people with tanned skin and fit bodies. People who are running, exercising, and sunbathing…all while showcasing their near-perfect figures.

Having just had a baby 4 months agone, I am doing none of these things. In fact, I am trying desperately to wear as much habiliment as I possibly tin can while still staying cool. Because, I can say with accented certainty, nobody wants to encounter what lies below. Maxi dresses and denim jackets are my new best friends.

Having my 3rd babe and now being thirty, this infant weight just wants to hang on. My stomach (which used to be flat) has become "squishy" at best, my thighs have expanded with each pregnancy (despite the fact that I am running), and my arms volition occasionally wave back at me when I excitedly greet a friend or neighbor. Oh, and I think I have lost enough hair to rival a whole family of cats.

To add insult to injury, the universe seems bent at reminding me of my awe-inspiring failure at being fit past showcasing moms on blogs, on TV, and on Facebook who expect better than always having just given birth a few weeks or months before.

This is non my reality. My reality is that I can only conditioning one or two times a calendar week (if that) and I am currently almost every bit pasty white as a ghost

My reality is that I can effort my very hardest to eat healthier and "count calories"…but that Dr. Pepper each morning is my one guilty pleasure. And I am convincedit helps me make it through the solar day.

Myreality is that I don't have the time or free energy to focus full-strength on my torso. I accept a husband and three kids to take care of, a relationship with God to foster, friends and family unit to encourage, a blog to run, and a church to attend. I could probably get back into my pre-pre-pre-pregnancy size 4 jeans if Ireallywanted to…simply my torso is not my top priority right now. My kids are. My hubby is. My relationship with God is. My friends and family unit are.

My reality is that my body has made me a mom. Rather than blasphemous information technology for all the things that currently irritate the heck out of me, I can be thankful that I was good for you enough to carry three precious children within me. This is a privilege I practise not take lightly.

Every pound I have gained has provided nourishment for 3 cute children.

Every stretch mark on my tummy a reminder that life was once formed at that place.

Every hair I have lost a memento of thethousands of prayers that have been prayed for the health and well-being of the three precious miracles that God has entrusted to me.

I've finally resigned myself to the fact that I'll never go my body back.

And that'southward okay with me…my body made me a mom, after all.

And I wouldn't trade that for the globe.

If you are reading this and you take become a mom through the beautiful act of adoption, please recognize that the same sentiment rings true for you as well. Your body has enabled you to take care of your children and to put the needs of your family ahead of your own wants and desires (even that of a fit and fabulous bod).   :)

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