I’ve been looking at a lot a photos of people, friends I should say,… of people who have children. They look different… the ones who have children.
I’m not trying to be mean but when you look at their physical features… face and cheeks and chin and tummy… it says… and I’m not trying to be mean… it says, “I am not the priority anymore. My kids are.”
I get that. I mean look at all the people in the gym. The ones on the treadmill (like me) and in the weight room and the aerobics room and on the weight machines. We’re working on ourselves. Tuning ourselves up. Tightening this part and stretching that place.
Then some of us have kids and we don’t have that kind of time to spend on ourselves. And all that work that we did seems less important… for a while anyway. And our bodies and our faces (not mine because I don’t have kids) they reflect that new priority in our lives.
Imagine if you were on the treadmill and you had a picture of what you will look like when you have kids. Like that first couple of years where sleep is a fantasy and junk food is your only escape from the madness. Imagine what that picture would look like. Would you be able to believe that? I wouldn’t.
