[I always think that bloggers who can do weekly link-ups must have it really together. Like, whole secret Pinterest boards full of fascinating stuff to tell people about. I do not have it that together, hence the random. And a random photo to go with. Yay!]
Being the mom of a daughter is....well, not more responsibility than having a son, but a different kind of responsibility. For example, Little Miss and I have been digging on Meghan Trainor every night after dinner this week. And while I know it's silly to think she understands anything more than the catchy rhythms, there's a part of me that's still like, "Is this OK?"
My normal rule for "girl power" type songs is that if it wouldn't be cool for a guy to say it, perhaps we ladies shouldn't either. (Example: Dig Two--if a dude was singing that, he'd be in witness protection.) But Meghan Trainor isn't that bad, right? Right?
This article ("I Hate the Phrase 'Naturally Thin'") has been buzzing around in my head for a few weeks now.
On the one hand, I do think some people have an easier time minding their weight. On the other, besides having babies (and maybe neck and neck with a few times I've argued in court), running a marathon is the single most empowering thing I've ever done. I don't think you should change your body for anyone, but I think there is also a lot of kick-ass-y-ness in realizing that you absolutely can be stronger/faster/healthier if you want to.
It's a fine balance that I haven't even figured out yet at 34. How in the heck am I supposed to teach my daughter that? I'm not sure, but I think that maybe just being aware of the idea is a good first step.
At Target, earlier this week, on my lunch break with my bestest work buddy.
Me (Longingly holding up a potential dress for Little Miss): Look at this dress! I really want to get it, but Little Miss needs another dress like she needs a hole in her head.
Friend (Deadpan somberly): But she's the only daughter you'll ever have.
Me: Well, when you put it that way....
*Dress plops into cart.*
I couldn't help but think of that scene when I read this article later (h/t to Cup of Jo), which--in Cliff's Notes version--says that the secret to women friendships in our 30's is, basically, running errands together.
My two best friends in the world are that very same work buddy (whom I also car pool with semi-regularly) and my running buddy. They're both awesome, but I think part of the reason we've been able to stay so connected is because we've found ways to bond over stuff we'd have to do anyway. You have to drive to work, why not do it with excellent company? Sunday morning is long run day, and the chance to catch up with a friend is so much better than listening to the same playlist over and over again. Etc.
You call it lazy, I call it absolutely perfect for this stage of my life.
And that's what I've got. You can see why this will be semi-regular, yes? But have a good weekend, just the same!