Couldn't resist more therapy sessions needed for Noah when he gets older....I mean really, have you ever seen a butt this cute? And check out the thighs. Yes, I bite them daily (I know that sounds weird, but mommies, you know what I mean!). The other thing I love, but you can't see in this picture, are the adorable dimples in his legs. Mommy has these too, but for some reason, they are not so adorable on her....
I have posted before on Noah's favorite state of being and marvel each time at the joy he gets from running around naked. I am just a little bit jealous at his complete lack of self-consciousness. I typically avoid even looking in the mirror when I am getting dressed for fear of catching an unflattering glimpse. If my husband is home when I am walking to get underwear from the dresser, I do a backward shuffle to avert his gaze from those "adorable" dimples which sprinkle my thighs. All of this musing leads me to question..."When do we lose our love of our bodies for just being just how they are?"
I think I know the WHY (insert pictures from US Weekly here....). But I want to know the WHEN. It's not that I want Noah to grow up a nudest or anything. I mean what if he had to ride the bus or something? (shuddering at naked people in buses and the germ ramifications of this....) If I could only pinpoint that critical moment when it changes from "I'm awesome!" to "What does __ and __ think about me?" Maybe I could stop it from happening just a little.
My wish would be for him to grow older, always retaining this feeling of unconditional self-love.
(I would also like to solve world hunger and create peace among men, thank you.)
I am a wife, and a mother to an energetic little boy named Noah. When I am not chasing after my son, I am teaching kids to dance. My perfect day would include reading, dancing, napping and sharing a glass of wine with friends. My "real" days include spit-up, laundry, smiles, tears, and scooping kitty litter.