Womanhood

Guilt says, "I'm a failure." Mindfulness says, "I can do better." Putting a positive tone to our pitfalls will bring much more success than wallowing in the muck of guilt.

The bereaved is consoled to think that one day she may glance over at her daughters to find her sacrifice -- of time, energy, and mental and physical self -- has paid out in the blossoming of strong, driven young women. Until that day, the loss feels as endless as the diaper changes.

Unfortunately for moms everywhere, I'm here to set the record straight. I plan to drop some knowledge and peel back the curtain. Call me a turncoat, but it's time. Kids get the bad rap, but us moms can be just as disgusting. We're, however, smart enough, with our fully formed brains, to hide our particular form of gross. Sorry, sisters. Get ready. This is happening. 

You can’t hate the way you look while telling the child who looks like you that he or she is beautiful.

Don't worry, I'm not going to tell you to stop playing the comparison game. Honestly, I don't think it's possible. It's a part of human nature. I'm here to tell you the opposite -- you SHOULD compare your life to others. It can, in fact, make you a happier, more grateful person. It's all about the perspective you choose.

Because my feeling better isn't just physical, although it is that, too. It's emotional. I am emotionally better because I find the way I look more acceptable.

I'm getting old. My 40th birthday is on the horizon, and before I remind you to respect your elders and get off my lawn, I've got some great news to share. This age is AWESOME.