I think part of being a good parent is embracing your dorkiness. I was just at the park with Vivien for her sports class, and I had on a navy hoodie, brown velvet sweat pants, and worn sneakers. No makeup, no shower (hey, bath the night before). One dad strode into the park with newsboy cap, leather blazer and posture that said, “These kids haven’t beaten me down!” I thought I wish I had an outfit on. I wish I had clothes that match. But, then again, why? I’m chasing after Rex crawling through the grass and sand. I’m lugging a bag over my shoulders full of snacks, water and diapers. A bag that would ruin the line of any stylish outfit. So, why bother? Why not just be covered and utilitarian and embrace it.
Yeah, I don’t dress up, I’m in momcognito.
Yeah, my roots are deep, and my nails are jagged because I’m too tired or too busy to leave my kids to attend to that.
And yeah, when I go to work ,my motherhood can betray my attempt at professionalism.
Have you ever had a moment like this at work?