I got onto the elevator with my 4-year-old’s hand clasped in mine. He was so excited to go on a little outing with Mom. I was happy to be spending some one-on-one time with him, too. And it was shaping up to be a wonderful day.
Then I glanced at the two other gals in the elevator with us.
They were so put together. Cute clothes, beautiful hair, flawless makeup… the exact opposite of me.
I’d been running short on time that morning and my attire consisted of a sweatshirt, yoga pants, tennis shoes, a messy ponytail, and no makeup.
Yep, I was the epitome of style. Ahem.
As I began comparing my frumpy looks with these two adorable women, my earlier joy started slipping away.
Why couldn’t I get my act together this morning? Why am I so often resorting to ponytails and sweatshirts? What is my problem? Why can’t I be pretty, cute, and put together like so many other women?
Then I looked down again at the little boy holding my hand. He could care less what Mom is wearing; all he cares is that Mom loves him and is investing in him.
Yes, I want to take a little time to look presentable each day, but spending time on my outward appearance at the expense of moments with my kids is always a choice I will regret.
So you know what I did? I held my head up high, held on tight to my son’s hand, and wore that sweatshirt with pride. I may not ever be nominated for Fashionista of the Year Award, but my kids don’t seem to mind. 🙂
























