Strength

I remember my stomach on my honeymoon. I was self conscious and nervous to put on the bikini. What was I thinking? I'd love to have that stomach back. After three kids there is this skin. Crunches now hurt everywhere but my abs. They hurt my back and every other overused underdeveloped muscle in my body. I am still determined to find that stomach I apparently left on the beach on our honeymoon.
Is that extra skin necessary anymore?
My kids now enjoy pushing on it while laughing.

It's a part of me. Like the routine of getting everyone up, dressed, fed and to school. Like the laundry. Like cleaning the house. Like running carpool and cooking. It's a part of me.
I should embrace my new body like the experts say, Embrace and love your body.
But let's face it, do we really like our post-baby body?

After my morning at the gym (still seeing no results, but feeling the burn), I realized that sometimes strength comes from just being able to keep up.
The first sense of a spring day had us out walking. Soon I found all of us running.
That's keeping up.
After dinner I like to turn the music up and dance around with the kids.
Being able to do is keeping up with them and giving back to them more than my body sculpting classes ever could.
Carrying laundry up two levels counts as exercise.
Dancing counts, holding & chasing counts.

Moms need to give themselves a break about their bodies.
They have awesome strengthes more than a silly six pack will ever know.