Written by SuZ Besecker
PLAYGROUND introduces SuZ Besecker, a local mommy blogger.
I do not know it all. I am not a star parent or a model parent, but I am a parent. Better yet, I’m a mommy. I’m the oddball in the playgroup. I still breastfeed my 19-month-old, spoil her endlessly and co-sleep with her. Judge me if you want, I love my daughter too much to care.
I know it’s been awhile since we’ve spoken. You truly have been busy. But I simply must tell you how much I miss you … how much I miss the old yous. I miss how small and pert you used to be. I miss how graceful and perfectly proportioned you once were. I miss how I could once go without a bra. Now, I dare not attempt it since you tend to leak and sag in the worst way.
Now you’re nothing but milk jugs to a hungry child who insists you belong to her. 🙁
Will you ever return to your former glory? Will we ever again have braless days in thin, trendy tank tops? Will we ever go back to one sports bra, instead of two? Sadly, unless you meet a fabulous surgeon with skilled, steady hands, I doubt it. I do not think you will ever again be even a mere shadow of your former selves. No offense.
Maybe all of this is payback because I took you for granted in my youth. Perhaps in my glory days, I wasn’t as respectful of you as I should have been. If so, will you accept my apology and allow the girls to point dead center again? If I apologize and promise never to jog without added support, will you guarantee to stop your descent towards my stomach?
I really do love you for all the hard work you’ve done and the overtime you’ve put in. I know I told you it would only be for a year, but I appreciate your handling the unexpected delay like the dignified ladies you are. I swear up and down, that two years will be your maximum output. I promise that we will try everything to perk up your outlook on life. Hey, at least you’re two sizes bigger than you used to be! That’s good, isn’t it? My husband is always staring longingly at you; he loves your new look, he really does. He is looking forward to the day when you are not so exhausted and can hang out with him again.
Until then, thanks for everything! ~ SuZ
An excerpt from SuZ’s blog: www.notyourtypicalmama.blogspot.com