They say, happy moms are the best moms.
& I honestly think seeing a mom who is happy, makes some moms envious. So they pick apart how she lives her life to make themselves feel better.
Everyone knows someone like them.
Its just my luck; I'm related to one and every chance she gets she wants to know why and how I'm able to do the things I do.
Her most recent interrogation?
How am I able to do my hair and makeup every day now that I have a child?
Because doing my make up is the one thing I do for myself every.single.day. Because it relaxes me. Because it makes me feel like a human after I've been used as a milk factory all night. Because after devoting 24 hours and 45 minutes to the little piggy I'm raising, I deserve to take 15 minutes for me.
& Here's the BEST answer:
Because it makes me happy.
Doing my make up doesn't make me less of a mom, like she so kindly hinted at. It doesn't make the mom who never puts on any better or any less than me either.
It just makes us different.
As moms, each and every one of us have something that is just 'ours'. It's something that the beautiful, amazing little human you brought into the world can't take from you. I promise you, as much as you love that baby sleeping quietly now, there will be days where the screaming doesn't end. When you haven't slept in days and you will need something, anything, to remind you of the old you before you became slave to the milk monsters.
Doing my makeup keeps me sane. Period.
But here's the real kicker.
This lady purely wanted to know how I occupy my son so that I can look so damn flawless everyday. Lemme tell you, somedays it's trying. But its important to me, so I make sure he knows it. I've been doing my make up, with him, since he was 24 hours old. When he didn't move as much I'd sit him in a bouncy chair and he'd watch me. On somedays, I'd sit on the floor with him between my legs. On rare occasions I wake up at the crack of dawn. I set my alarm and wiggle outta bed before my Luca can even notice I'm gone. I quietly tiptoe to the guest bathroom and take time for me.
Now that he's bigger? I usually trap him between the closet and the bathroom, we sit on the floor, him with his toys and me with my coffee. We turn on some music, most days its wildly inappropriate R&B. We sing, we dance, we make silly faces at ourselves in the mirror. He sits there while I paint my face; he does it because its important to me. Because it makes me happy.
& because happy moms are the best moms.
So to those moms out there that haven't made time for themselves yet today, do it.
Take the 15 minutes because your kid deserves a happy mom.