are you a princess mom?

the other night, i was doing the gettin ready rag.
the one that i dread these days now that i am in the awkward post-baby body phase.
in my head i am still a normal-sized human with all kinds of current clothes and a sense for how to make them work that makes me feel stylish and cute…

then i put something on and realize it’s just in my head…

i was on my fifth frustrating outfit change of the evening, the pile of clothing articles piling up on the bed, the floor covered in shoes. nothing was feeling cute. even the spanks weren’t going to save me tonight.

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i threw on a dress that i wore when pregnant. a cute one that i loved wearing with a bump, but now just makes me feel pregnant. the girls were barely tucked in there and i was tugging and pulling and manuvering for a few minutes…

then of course just as i was about to rip off that dress and try a new outfit, my little 2 year old {who had been running in an out to show me everything} ran back in to see me in the dress and said,
“whoah, mom, are you a princess?”

i dropped to my knees, hugged him. told him thank you and he even planted a kiss right on my mouth.

he ran out like a happy 2 year old, completely unaware of what that did for me.

i thought of earlier that day when we were making a PB&J together. he HAD to do everything himself and i grunted in exasperation and he declared, “mom, i’m driving you crazy.” all nonchalantly like it was something i say a lot.

i thought of how often i sit on the couch in a tired stupor and tell him to keep quiet, that’s too loud, you’ll wake the baby… and he’ll say, “ok mom… oh, you need your phone now mom?”
as if that little device is more important…

the only other time i can recall being compared to a princess was on my wedding day…

the little girls came running, and seeing my smily happy disposition and cute dress, i’m sure they believed i really was a princess that day. nothing could bring me down because i truly felt like a princess.

are you a princess, mom?

i sure don’t act like it all the time. the happy, positive, singing, playful, gets-ready-for-the-day-out-of-respect-for-myself, mom that i could be….

i’m tired, restless, and impatient. i try to soak in the moments and be present but so quickly get frustrated with his independence, or a screaming baby in the background that i lose my temper.

he thinks i’m a princess, i ought to do a lot better at trying to be one.

i left the dress on, put my smile on, and left for the church with a full heart.
my child thinks the world of me.
i should too.


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I am Meg, a photographer and designer and a wish-i-owned-a-house-er. My husband and I are self-declared foodies and LOVE projects. We blog about food and DIY adventures from sunny San Diego with our two cutie kids and have an apparel line at colormeapparel.com to keep us busy. Email me at colormemegblog@gmail.com to work with me!

5 comments on are you a princess mom?

  1. Moorethanamommy.wordpress.com
    October 11, 2013 at 8:06 pm (4 years ago)

    This is me. This is exactly me. I wake up every morning and pray for patience, kindness, and the ability to be in the moment, but I fall short always. I know that my little guy will only be little for a short time and I want to enjoy ever minute of it, but life happens and I let it overtake me. Thank you so much for sharing this, it is always nice to know we are all in the same boat.

  2. Maddi
    October 13, 2013 at 8:52 am (4 years ago)

    This is what I'm talking about. Best post I've read in a while-that little boy was has such a good heart. Maybe because his mom is a

  3. Shantel
    October 14, 2013 at 3:40 am (4 years ago)

    So sweet. 🙂

  4. hAha
    October 20, 2013 at 5:31 am (4 years ago)

    My eyes welled up a little. These little boys are such gentlemen and take such good care of their mommies. Finn will out of the blue come up and kiss me, and tell me he loves me and I can't literally feel my heart swell. It's such a beautiful thing to be a mommy. Thanks for this post. I love how our little ones help us remember what is truly important.

  5. hAha
    October 20, 2013 at 5:32 am (4 years ago)

    I meant I can literally feel my heart swell, can…