Do you ever feel like you are walking around day in and day out doing your thing, but you really have no idea what is going on in the world? That is sort of where I am right now. In part, this is self-imposed. For instance, I found myself getting really bitter and angry when I kept up with the daily news so I am on hiatus. I feel connected enough to know when I really need to tune in, but I’ve found that turning off the steady stream of negativity has improved my daily quality of life.
Likewise, I only have so much time in the day for extras like TV shows and the latest movies. I have seen exactly ZERO of the Oscar nominated films this year, save for the stereo-typically, parent-approved movie, Frozen (affiliate). Yes, I am that mom. I am 35 years old and while it feels mostly young, the gap is ever widening between me and cultural relevance.
I don’t care.
That is maybe the most surprising to me of this aging process. When I was in college, my sisters who are a few years ahead of me in the mom process asked me questions about whether or not this or that thing is “in” anymore. I remember (in my naivete) making a mental note to never be in a position of having to ask someone else the answer to that question. But I feel the need to ask it every single day. Or, just not ask and get on with my life.
A mom jeans manifesto
Which brings me to mom jeans. Do you know why moms wear mom jeans? Do you think we WANT to look ridiculous or have rear pockets the size of a Birkin bag? (relevant!) No, there is not some switch that flips when you become a mom that says, I’ve made it! Time to get ugly! No, mom jeans exist because moms are constantly moving and bending and getting into unheard of positions to grab the toy or wipe the milk from the underside of the table as it leaks through the cracks of the extra leaf they added when the second child was born.
Mom jeans exist because we no longer have the luxury of wearing “standing only” clothing. We have body parts that are not nearly as kind to us as they used to be and we need somewhere to put them.
Also, we just don’t care as much about what you think. This isn’t to say we don’t want to be stylish or lost all hope of beauty. A walk through Target will tell you we are all still looking for the holy grail that combines beauty, comfort and functionality. But to say it truly matters is a bit of a stretch. I am also guessing you have better things to do than worry about the status of the way MY butt looks in MY jeans so you know, go do them.
I think it’s time we made some allowances for the moms in our lives and stopped requiring Hollywood perfection in addition to 1960s housewife standards and Millennial working woman expectations. Remember the reasons we got the title of “MOM”? That’s right, there are kids here. And we like them.
If you need some mom jeans to make you feel comfortable crawling under that Chick-fil-a booth to retrieve the baby’s pacifier yet again without revealing half your rear to unsuspecting crowds, you go right ahead. No judgement will come from me. Do what you need to do mama. The truth is, I’m wearing some right now. And you know what? I feel great.
Rock on with your mom jeans. Or not. Your pants are not my business.
*Photo via Flickr/Helga Weber