I couldn't find what I wanted so I made it
Ok. Here's the deal.
I made a shirt. If you know me personally, you know my love for black and white t-shirts and witty sayings on a soft, cotton tee. I'm not afraid of getting dressed up but this is America and jeans are the national uniform. Give me a t-shirt with some skinny jeans and I'm in.
Maybe you're asking why I made a t-shirt? Well, I wrote a little bit about my dilemma and process of wrestling with the challenges of identity as a mom in this blog post. This shirt is an answer to all of that for me.
Imagine this. It's May 2017 and I just started contracting with my previous employer while staying at home with two boys under 2-years-old and I'm 30+ weeks pregnant. Before May 2017, I worked working in an office, staffing events, dealing with the press, organized program growth, and occasionally got to banter about policy. I schlepped kids to and from daycare, managed work calls in the car after doctor's appointments. I literally checked all the boxes you could check on managing a career with many little kids.
Then the crying in the car, the running on little sleep while literally making a baby in my belly got to me. Things need to change, so I took my work home with me and dove into playdates, kids events, and the whole yoga pants on a Monday thing. Needless to say, my uniform of weekday clothing needed to shift. Call it shallow, call it silly, call it whatever you want, but I believe so wholly in the importance and value of what you wear. I believe 1,000,000% that the right outfit can shift your perspective of yourself. This new working, wifing, raising, praising thing didn't look the same as it did when my days were organized around a 9-5 schedule. So, here we are.
I feel like I'm finally started to understand this new version of myself-- t-shirts, jeans, yoga pants, and all. In celebration of this journey and all the titles that come with it, join me in wearing all of the things you are on a t-shirt.