For All Moms Who Miss "Feeling Pretty"

Oh, my sweet, tired friend . . .

I saw you just the other day in the mall, averting your eyes when you walked past the mirror.

I liked your photo on Facebook . . . the one where you used your precious newborn baby as a prop to cover all but a sliver of your face.

I heard you laugh but felt you wince in the elevator when your toddler poked your belly and giggled:  "Squishy!"

I saw your sad eyes in the supermarket checkout line when you saw that it was a 22-year-old who claimed the title of Best Actress and you suddenly realized that you may have passed your cultural prime.

I heard your sleepless heart late at night when it whispered . . . 

Have I already spent the best part of me?

And I cried a little, because I’ve been there too.

Oh, my dear friend . . . can we be in this together for a minute?

I’m tempted to write something cliché, but I know you:  you are smart and savvy and much too tired to tolerate the platitudes.  So hang tight with me, because I’m going deep:

. . . . For the rest of this post, visit my new site at www.homespunheartsongs.com.  :)  And don't forget to sign up for email updates over there!