We have had two dates in the 11 weeks since Rhys was born. Last week we saw Michael Franti at the Britt Festival. This week we saw Jimmy Cliff. Before both shows, I stood in front of my closet looking fearfully and then hopelessly at the row of ill-fitting tops and bottoms. I realized that all of my clothes are mom-of-one clothes.
So I say aloud, "I am a mom-of-two. I am a Mom of Two."
It is different this time. My midwife said, "Let yourself be changed." And that feels like permission, so I am following instructions. But I think it means I need to go shopping.