Going through pictures I realize I'm not in enough pictures. I want my boys to remember that they're mom did things with them, not that I refused because of who could possibly see me in all my glory in a bathing suit.
When I see other moms with their kids I notice the joy on their faces, not their size. So why do I think I'm any different? Maybe because most of my childhood I remember hearing my mom and grandma saying "make sure you can't see me in the picture" so my challenge to myself and any other mom that feels less than beautiful is to GET IN THE PICTURE!! Get in the water and have a splash war with your kids, play, run and swing with them. My boys LOVE to look at pictures of their parents. How sad will they be if I'm not in any?? They don't see my flabby arms or dimply legs. They just see their mom who they think is the most beautiful person in their world. Why wouldn't I want to savor every minute that they think that? All too soon they will discover girls, and huge sigh, will be marrying one of those said girls. I will still be their beautiful mom but another beautiful woman will have their hearts. Enjoy the journey friends.