Being a Mom is great, just don't look like one

Ok this is a silly one I will admit.  Recently I got my hair cut.  For some reason I got a wild hair (hee hee) and decided to let my hair dresser have her way.  Before I knew it I had bangs, layers, way shorter than I wanted, whole new look.  I looked like a Mom.  When I left I half expected to see a mini van parked where my hip 4 Runner resided.

I'm not a huge hair person.  It doesn't totally define me.  Or I should say it didn't define me. For some reason I struggling with this new do.  I look around at school drop off and every other mother looks like me.  Throw me in some uggs, designer sweats, latte in one hand, and of course the "I'm busy, I'm a Mom" look and I would get lost in the crowd.  Now that last sentence might have been a little harsh. I know Moms sometimes are wrestling the kids and just can't fit in a shower.  Trust me, I get it.  No one knows difficult morning people like I do.  The the Mom uniform is just something I personally try not to wear everyday.  Alas, my mommy brain has taken me on a tangent.

Seriously though this hair cut has been an eye opener. Suddenly I'm looking at my face and noticing all the wrinkles.  When did that happen?  I went to go put on a cute top and decided that looked a little too young for me.  I've aged almost instantly over night.  Now, I know getting older isn't all bad. I'm actually totally happy with my life and this stage.  I would maybe try to slow it down a little so I could enjoy my babies growing up, but I'm pleased.  Why does it matter I have a Mom cut.  I am a MOM.  And those wrinkles; well years of 'Mom are you sleeping' interruptions at night and worrying about them, have given me the right to have them.

So I guess looking like a Mom isn't all bad.  It's just strange when you wake up one day and realize that people only know you as [insert kids name]'s Mom.  And it's hard to look in the mirror where there was once this young face staring back and now there is a Mom, a tired looking Mom at that.  But would I trade my kids in just to get that youthful glow back?  As Jess would say, "No Way!".