Heels Be Damned – this is My Authentic Motherhood
Let me start off by saying that I love high heels. There was a point in my life where I think I could run in high heels. This was also the same point in life when I would wear anything between a 7.5 and 8.5 depending on how cute the shoe and how much it was on sale.
Even during my 1st pregnancy I rocked cute heels with my business suits and loved them with my maternity jeans.
Then pregnancy two came along and with it complications that made wearing shoes hard – let alone high heels. Towards the end of that pregnancy I could manage wedges – but who wanted to? Carrying a big baby girl in my belly and chasing around a 2.5 year old was not conducive to anything but flats.
Then maternity leave entered the picture – and unlike my first who allowed me to have Nov & Dec off…my second gave me the two glorious months of May & June at home. Months of wearing flip-flops and sun dresses…months of being barefoot.
The second one changed me – it changed not only my choice of footwear – but how I felt about it. As I prepared to head back into the office after the 4th of July weekend – l looked at myself in the mirror before work and I felt silly.
Rocking my work-wear and a new pair of shoes that I bought for the occasion – I didn’t feel like me. Let alone that my feet were now solidly an 8.5 (sometimes a 9), but heels made me notice how my butt had taken on a, let’s say, more sophisticated shape. But more than that – with two I felt really fulfilled, really full and really happy – I didn’t feel like high heels added the sexy oomph as they had in the past – I didn’t need that oomph.
High heels no longer felt authentic – I didn’t feel like I could dive on the ground to race cars around the house at a moments notice or skip down the halls at school when I dropped off the littles or spontaneously visit the playground after school…and that mattered to me. I don’t want my fashion to inhibit our fun (being a working mother it’s so limited anyway).
Sure – I could be proactive and pack a pair of shoes for in the office and flats/flips for before and after the office, but let’s be real I barely make it out of the house in the morning with everything for them and my cell phone + laptop…another pair of shoes is a joke.
I like who I am now. I like that I have embraced flats. This is my authentic motherhood. #myauthenticmotherhood