Moms, Put on That Swimsuit – Just Do It
Thank you, Jessica N. Turner, wherever you are (probably at the beach and loving every minute of it). Your Huffington Post blog post – Moms, Put on That Swimsuit – is an inspiration and just what I needed to read this week.
You see, I’ve been trying to figure out how I could get through the summer without having to put on a swimsuit…and shorts…and tank tops. You read that right. I’ve been seriously plotting if it would be at all possible not to wear tank tops ever again to avoid revealing my less-than-firm upper arms. And don’t even get me started on shorts. I had good intentions this winter of going to the gym and embracing my 40 year old body. It didn’t happen.
I was hoping instead that middle age wisdom and confidence would just kick into gear. “Look at me. I’m forty, fabulous and free. I’m Sandra Bullock!” That didn’t happen either. So when this past weekend we were invited to our first BBQ and pool party, I went into high excuse mode for why it was my husband’s duty to take my toddler in the pool. Instead, I waved from the edge as I snapped adorable photos of my son jumping into the pool and laughing hysterically. It wasn’t at all depressing. Not at all.
Then the blog post went viral. Did you read it yet? Stop reading this and read it – Moms, Put on That Swimsuit. Read all of it, including the comments. What touched me is how the post gives perspective to what’s really important. I shouldn’t worry about the few extra pounds I gained this winter. I do because I’m human and I have my faults. But my kids don’t care. They just want to have fun with me. For their sake, I need to bury my insecurities. Afterall, would I want to look back in 10 years and realize I missed some awesome moments with my children because of clothes? It sounds so silly when I type that.
So, thank you Jessica N. Turner, for saving my summer. I almost let my confidence demons ruin all the fun.