The female body is a marvelous thing. (All the males are in agreement, yes?!)
It can host a human for nine months, produce food for that human, and although some of the pieces might be a little askew, return to it’s original state and do it all over again. It’s actually really cool the way that God designed us. Not to mention that we’re smart, strong and we smell super good.
My pregnancy with Porter was anything but easy, so I knew that this postpartum period would probably be a little challenging too. A little honesty here and NOT a brag (as I didn’t do anything to make this happen) – after Henry and Clara were born, I was wearing my pre-pregnancy jeans two weeks later. Yep – I was THAT girl.
Nursing helps A LOT. So do good genes.
Again, it was nothing I did…but I’d be lying if I wasn’t ECSTATIC over the fact that my body “bounced back” quickly.
This time around….my body is doing it’s thing but much slower. And I’m ok with that. In fact, until this morning when I looked in the mirror, I hadn’t really given my body ANY thought. Between nursing, homeschooling Henry, “preschooling” Clara, a gazillion loads of laundry, planning Blend, oh and trying to be a decent wife, my body (and vanity) just hasn’t gotten much attention.
And rightly so!!
What I saw staring back at me this morning was this:
A 31 year old woman. A mama. Naked. A wife.
With a messy bun, because I have little time for anything else.
Glasses, because contacts hurt my eyes these days.
Breasts full of milk, because I’m feeding my baby all.day.long.
A dark line, reaching all the way from those full breasts down to my pubic bone, because, oh yeah…I was just pregnant.
A saggy, poochy belly, because, oh yeah…I was just pregnant.
Athletic thighs and calves, because I worked out during said pregnancy (and carried 30+ extra pounds with those strong legs).
I see all those things and then I see the lady inside that body. She’s awesome. And she’s so much stronger than before. And she’s blessed beyond belief with her family of five. With abundant health. With the knowledge that this is all temporal.
I see that lady and I no longer see the body. It’s merely a shell. Something I used to obsess over…now I have other little bodies to tend to.
I love, love where I’m at right now…in this moment…in these grand days. Life is outside of this body.
With no pressure to “bounce back”, I’m loving life in the NOW.
….Saggy belly and all.