Mother’s Day was a bit stressful this year, for reasons I don’t want to get into in my blog this morning. Seeing friends on Saturday night and my family on Mother’s Day proved to be the best remedy I could have asked for. On the worst of days, my parents and friends always manage to cheer me up with their eternal optimism and easygoing eccentricities.
My mom insisted that I come with her shopping (she also was adamant that I go with her to church. It wasn’t something I really wanted to do, but… Mother’s Day > recovering from a hangover. She wins). We’re not big shoppers, but I know she prefers to go with me than alone and there were some babies to shop for and a quilt on sale at Macy’s.
I couldn’t say no.
It was a beautiful day to stroll through an outdoor mall. Apparently I didn’t pay any mind to the weather forecast and wore jeans on an afternoon that easily tipped into the 80s. I didn’t care. It felt good to sweat and practice my mindful walking and breathing exercises.
While I waited for her in one store, I tried on a multicolored, patchwork kimono that drew my attention immediately—I pictured myself twirling on a lawn at a Phish concert and out to brunch with my girls. My mom came up behind me and essentially ripped it off my back.
“So, we buy zis…” and off she ran to the register before I could even fake a protest.
Later that night, I wore it as I boarded my train in Suffern, NY. A bearded hipster smiled my way and insisted I proceed before him. He gave a little wink as I passed. When I finally arrived at my destination (more than two hours later), I jumped into a cab to head home. My cab driver called me cute. Twice.
Was it the kimono?
Did wearing it give me extraordinary confidence and unnatural superpowers?
If anything, it was validation that I’m still young, beautiful, and free (I’ll admit, that middle word makes me shudder to say out loud). As women, we fall prey to our faults–I’ll never be this. I could never have that. With each year that carries me closer to 40 and further away from my youth, I want to learn how to cling to my memories while taking the appropriate steps to create a happy future.
If I really want to live in the moment, I have to make a conscious effort to love this body, my mind, and soul, especially on those days when the chips are down and it’s hard to think positively.
They were gifted to me for a reason.
Happy Monday, my friends. Hope you enjoyed a blessed Mother’s Day. Remember always to take care of yourselves and each other. XOXO