Meet the Dickinsons
- Our Family
- Jason ~ Pastor for Discipleship Ministries at Fleetwood Bible Church. He is married to Christine ~ extraordinary mom & domestic goddess. They are the proud parents of Caleigh ~ a delightful 8-year-old who is a voracious reader; Peyton ~ a 7-year-old, who aspires to be an Olympic gymnast; Brooks ~ our newest addition who is 2 & 1/2 years old & sweet as can be!! We are also raising a foster son.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
You Go, Girl!
About 4+ years ago, I was a new stay-at-home mom . . . and completely lost. I had gone from spending my days analyzing the poetry of John Donne & grading papers about the symbolism found in the use of color in The Great Gatsby to reading But Not the Hippopotamus 100 times a day & knowing right off the top of my head the number & letter of the day on "Sesame Street."
In an effort to make contact with the outside world, I joined a bulletin board for Christian stay-at-home moms. I found a lot of kindred spirits & great advice to get me through those first few difficult months of transition.
One of my favorite daily threads on that site was called "You Go, Girl!" Those of us who are SAHMs know how easy it is to go around in jammies (or at least a stained shirt) with no make-up & hair pulled back into a ponytail. After all, the majority of your day is going to be spent as a referee, a short-order cook, & a cleaning lady . . . who gets dolled up for that??? But we all also know that the better we look, the better we tend to feel about ourselves. "You Go, Girl!" or Y.G.G. encouraged us to get up, get dressed, put on that make up, as well as an attractive outfit, do our hair, & maybe even venture out of the house!
Now, anyone who knows me knows that my make up bag & I are not easily separated :) But today I took it to the next level. In the Y.G.G. spirit, I not only showered & put on make up, but I also broke out the hair straightener . . . and an adorable brown corduroy skirt with chocolate brown tights!! Granted, I'm still sporting the pink slippers I got for Christmas, but I must admit . . . I'm feeling a little more like the Diva Mom I always pictured myself being.
You Go, Girl!!
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