Looking in the mirror for one final beauty check, I finally felt like the my old self. The confident woman who loved to dress up in heels, curl her hair and get dolled up was peering back at me, smiling and ready to take on the night. It’s been a while since I felt this way. Actually, it’s been almost two years since I liked the person starring back at me.
Since becoming a mom, I’ve been too preoccupied with trying to gage this new journey in my life, getting used to juggling being a mother, wife and professional that I forgot how much I loved the process of getting ready and the anticipation of what the night had in store. Getting ready now comprised of quick makeup application, my hair in a bun and putting on the most comfiest outfit I don’t mind getting spit on, with a quick peek in the mirror to make sure my dark circles don’t make me resemble a raccoon.
Since having Mason, I’ve tried to avoid long pauses in the mirror because of my distain for my post-pregnancy body and overall look. Clothes didn’t look or fit right, unwelcomed bulges reared their ugly shape and limp, lifeless hair never did what it should. I felt like a mess and didn’t want to linger at mirrors because if I did, I only became more upset and depressed at the person I’d become.
Sure, I knew motherhood was a life-changing experience and that neither my body or self would remain unchanged, but f*ck, I’d lost myself along the way.It’s been a tiresome journey to get back into the groove of things and feel a bit like the old Kristie. And last night’s Date Night was the culmination of months of hard work, patience and, most importantly, self acceptance for the woman I am now. I’ve come to accept that my midsection jiggles and is dressed in zebra-like stripes, that many clothes in my closet will never look or fit the same and that those dark circles under my eyes can be hidden with the right concealer.
As I confidently walked out the door in my new Steve Madden heels (because we all know the kind of power of a new pair of heels has on a woman’s stride), I stopped to look at my husband as he opened the door for me and saw a special sparkle in his eyes that I haven’t noticed in a long time. As he told me how beautiful I looked before he closed the car door, I smiled because I actually believed it myself.
I often wonder what motherhood was like before the Internet and social media because God knows that it’s come in quite handy now that I’m a mom. It’s entertained me during late-night feeding sessions, kept me connected to the world when I was a hermit the first few months postpartum and allowed me to connect with new mom friends.
I just can’t fathom what motherhood would be like before social media. Obviously, it was done, but I’m not sure I would have liked it. Although it has its downfalls, it’s become one of my main sources to ask questions on what the hell to do about random things that come up in motherhood. It’s also provided a feeling of connection with other mommy friends who have gone through, or are going through, the same motherhood experiences.
It’s so easy to type in questions and concerns on Facebook and wait a couple of seconds for responses to come flooding in. Thats so much more convenient than having to go to a book or even calling up my mom (although, a phone call to mom still happens the majority of the time). Then there’s Twitter where you can easily tweet questions to a variety of companies who specialize in all-things baby. I know I’ve asked tons of breastfeeding Qs to breastfeeding specialists on Twitter and even participated in numerous open forums when Lansinoh had their experts taking Facebook questions. Plus, it’s interesting to read all the different answers from friends and family and then try each one out to see what works best.
I’ve been using social media to figure this mom thing as soon as I found out I was pregnant. The very next day after seeing the two pink lines on that pregnancy test, I was on Facebook “liking” all these baby sites and parenting magazines. I devoured all the articles that clogged my feed (and still do) until my eyes and brain couldn’t take any more. I wonder if I would have attacked baby books with the same tenacity if I had Mason before social media? (But being the bookworm I am, I probably would have.)
It’s just so cool to live in an age where you have all this information at your disposal and can share knowledge and experience with other moms from your computer or smartphone. Yeah, there are downsides to it all, but really, a Facebook question about the color of your baby’s poop that prompts 10+ responses from FB friends beats having to finding it in a book, calling your doctor and impatiently waiting 20 minutes or more for him to call you back or having your mom ask you 101 questions before actually giving you an answer. Not that I don’t call the doctor when I’m at a loss of what to do with certain symptoms, but I usually save that as a last resort or in an emergency. But if I called Mason’s pediatrician for every question I had, I’d be bugging the hell out of him, day and night. But thanks to my many mommy friends on social media, I don’t have to fill up his inbox with a thousand and one questions…that’s what my Facebook feed is for!
So there you have it, my two cents on how social media has positively impacted motherhood!