Days of Yore
Where Did I Go?
Dark brown, straight hair with a smattering of grey hiding in the threads
Eyes that have a constant down turn and newly acquired pillows underneath
Skin that seems to have lost its youthful glow
A belly that in no way, shape or form resembles what it used to be
Silvery snakes that show its lack of elasticity
A fading red smile…a reminder of life
Legs and feet that never move fast enough to shift the padding everywhere
A man’s fleece sweatshirt many sizes too big, mask the vision that doesn’t want to be seen
I’ve lost myself but who did I used to be before being a Mummy?
I wasn’t fulfilled, I didn’t have a purpose, I didn’t know what love REALLY was
Until I became a Mummy.
Does my Little Miss notice anything of who I am now?
She may pat my tummy that I detest but she doesn’t know how I’d like it to be.
When I cuddle her and rock her to sleep, does she think, “What a slummy mummy I have!”
No! She gently places her hand on my cheek; presses her forehead into mine; she loves me
JUST THE WAY I AM.
Does my husband reject me and long for the early days when I looked different?
He cuddles me, caresses me, kisses away my worries.
He’s proud of who I have become and loves the woman I am today.
Where have I gone? I don’t know really, but despite the additional padding…
I’m rather happy with the slummy mummy I am today.
Aww you wrote this so beautifully, like poetry!
Lovely piece of writing x
Lovely post, I just hate the term slummy mummy, we are not the labels we put on ourselves, but the people underneath
I know, but underneath it all, I am a bit slummy I fear!
Isn’t amazing how children tear our lives apart and yet somehow also complete them at the same time? =)
I was thinking the other day how special it is that children (until they learn otherwise) are completely non-judgemental. My two year old doesn’t care one tiny little bit what I look like, what I wear, how fat or thin I am, whether I have any makeup on, if I have a spot or if my hair is messy, and even if I sing and dance around the kitchen and make a complete idiot of myself. I can do and be whatever I want in front of her but she still loves me just for me.
And so you should be, you’re a lovely slummy mummy. We often forget what we were like before motherhood but you’re right, none of us ever experienced love in the way we do with our children.
CJ xx
It’s the constant internal battle isn’t it? Happy where we are but wouldn’t it be nice to …
Love the way you wrote
Mari
Thanks Marianne…I appreciate your lovely comment
So very true…my Little Miss has taught me so very much about love!;)
In fact, I think they love us more for the silly, idiot bits!
I wish we could all go back to that innocence! 
Isn’t it just…there’s nothing quite like the love of a child is there?
Beautiful
This is absolutely beautiful Karin. Really, really enjoyed it.
You clever thing! So many of us can relate to this I think. Our bodies have changed but our lives and our selves have too and we have emerge more beautiful and whole than before.
xx
So true!x The way we see ourselves is nothing like how our little ones do. To them we are their world whether fat, thin, greying etc. They love us for just being us!
I’m sure she sees you as a wonderful mummy because she knows she loved.
Aw…how very lovely are you?! Thanks Josie…
And thank goodness they do eh?? It may be why they don’t recognise us when we properly dress up and do our make up and hair!
Thanks so much Josie…you were and are my inspiration with this lovely Writing Workshop…you’ve made a huge difference to my writing!
Thanks so much lovely…I’m finding a lot more pleasure in my writing now…
Really lovely, Karin x
Award for you at mine:
http://sandycalico.blogspot.com/2010/02/secrets-sunshine-and-being-published.html