Since becoming a mama, I have realized that very few things in life can lower your self esteem like being the mother of a toddler. Not only do you have those moments where you wonder if you have anything to talk about other than the horrendous stomach flu we had over the weekend, but you also have a three foot tall person living in your home who feels free to say whatever enters their mind.
Most of y’all know that I named this blog Big Mama due to the fact that Caroline began calling me “Big Mama” last spring. The thing is, her perception of my largeness continues to grow.
Or, in all fairness, I may have put some weight on over the Christmas holidays.
At least once a day, she’ll point to one of my body parts and say “Oh Mama, I can’t wait to have big, big hands like you” or “Mama, when will my nose get HUGE like yours?” or my personal favorite that never fails to make feel like I’m enveloped in a ray of sunlight, “Mama, I want a big, BIG booty just like yours”.
It’s starting to make me feel a little bit like some freak GIGANTOR woman.
Come on kids, gather round for a peek at GIGANTOR woman.
Combine all of this with the abomination, that some would call a wrinkle, that etches itself from my eyebrow to my hairline every morning, and it’s a enough to make a girl wonder if she’s still got it. At all.