From Supermodel to Mom

I wrote this article a few years ago...

I used to be a SUPERMODEL, yeah, ok, that is what we all thought...the employee's in the cosmetics department at Neiman Marcus. I spent an hour on my hair, and it was SHORT. I spent 45 minutes on my makeup, 20 of that was lining and glossing up my lips. I wore those little Bebe tops that only a 12 year old should fit in and high heels that I couldn't imagine were comfortable. I spent a fortune on myself...Yeah, I was perky in many places back in those days...I had a tan too!
Now, I am a different kind of model...
I am a master at diaper changing, can do it with one hand, almost. Just like a man with a bra! Anyhow, this is my day NOW. I wake up to music, well the gentle hum of my 2 year old crying out my name, and my 8 week old harmonizing with her. This takes place at around 7 AM, by 9 AM, I have managed to change 4 diapers, get 2 girls dressed, fed and happy. I have poured a cup of coffee down into my stomach and now I have the shakes because I conveniently forgot to feed myself. I am still in my pajama's, by the way.
I think, now I can get dressed and put myself together in peace...then, the harmonizing begins again. The 2 year old is singing something about a "snack" and the 8 week old is just wanting to cuddle.
Those perky parts, well, now they are more like cake decorating tubes and my hips, they aren't as close together as I thought. Makeup is a luxury, as is washing my hair at times. Pedicure? YEAH, on my 2 year old.
At the end of my day, I have said NO, STOP, DON'T DO THAT and TIMEOUT like 9,000 times. I have changed 20 diapers, made 6 bottles, fed something kind of healthy to my toddler and I have eaten a protein bar with a coka cola. My husband walks in the door and I say, " CAN I HAVE 10 MINUTES to use the bathroom? "...I am on the potty for 1.5 seconds and here comes the toddler, the baby is crying and my husband is now at the door... "can you watch the toddler while I make the baby a bottle?"... grant it, he has managed 50 people and 100 crisis situations and millions of dollars in inventory today at work, but he cannot seem to manage 2 children... His hips are the same size, he has nothing that remotely resembles cake decorating tubes and he gets to shower and poop in peace.
Yeah, that is my life. I am a role model. Every choice, every word, everything I do or don't do influences my children and their character AND their spirit. They don't care if the house is clean, how pretty mommy looks, whether she is on the potty or not. They only care that I love them, hug them a lot and keep them safe... I watch everything that matters in my world look up to me every morning and I kiss them all as they go to bed at night. Those are the luxuries that I have now...
Who needs to look like a supermodel when the most beautiful part of being a woman is being a MOM?