Prior to becoming a mother, I was young, dumb, had no life experience, and I was carefree. I have a relative who was a young mother and she seemingly didn’t care or have pride in her outer appearance and I remember looking down on her and making statements in her absence like: “when I have children, I will refuse to let myself go, I refuse to allow myself to walk around looking a mess” not thinking nor caring about her inner circumstances of why her hair looked unkempt, why didn’t she have the best clothes, why doesn’t she care? Truth is, she did. While I sat in beauty salons every 2 weeks getting a fresh style, she was caring for 3 children the best way that she knew how. Her expenses were short because she had mouths that needed to be fed before sitting in a chair to maintain her own vanity.
I’ve seen so many women that say X-Y-Z about how they won’t allow themselves to be presented a certain way no matter their struggle, and this could very well be true, some people have connections that they can work with what little they have or they may know someone that can do it for free but now, being a woman that has humbly experienced a life outside of every 2 week appointments to the hair salon, every few weeks or so in a nail shop, and a lack of talent for doing these things for herself, I can attest for those without a voice that sometimes it’s not always that easy. I’m a single mother, I refuse to sing the blues about my circumstances but I can be real about a few things, I understand the hurt that comes from those very sacrifices, I’ve never had to sacrifice so much in my life. Others had sacrificed for me, and I didn’t realize it, others had hurt for me while I was being spoiled and entitled. For a very long time I thought that the world revolved around me and my miniscule problems.
Thank you, God for the wakeup call!