Slummy Mummy

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.