We all know the saying that youth is wasted on the young. Aint that the truth. I was driving home from the kids swim lessons(we have become pretty involved at the YMCA) listening to Techo, reminiscing. There are times when all these kids make me feel so old. I'm not....right? At least I didn't think I was when I turned 30, but now I'm 36 and OLD. Dance music always makes me want to be in a club dancing my butt off. Which of course is not the same. It's more sad than sexy now. At times, I miss my pre-motherhood days. The days when I was only responsible for myself. I partied hard. Too hard. I was carefree, spot free, wrinkle free. Of course at the time, I didn't appreciate my young skin or metabolism. These days I'm much softer....everywhere...might even be saggy in a few places. Life goes by so fast. I took so much for granted. I wish I could dip back into the fountain of youth just to borrow some skin elasticity...some energy...some perkiness(in more way than one). What happened? Where did my sexy go? I turned into a frumpy mom. I exchanged night clubs for nighttime feedings and diaper changes. Adorable outfits with midriffs showing to cotton fabrics with elastic waste bands.
Don't get me wrong...motherhood is everything to me. I just wish I could bring some of my sexy back!
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