Shorts... such a debacle.

It was my birthday last week and the weather didn't cooperate for a hike and the hubby was sick.. sooo Mini Me and I did a girls day at the mall. I don't do a lot of clothes shopping, mainly yoga clothes and that only requires a couple of clicks on the computer. :)
Well we had a really great day together. I grabbed some Star Wars mugs which make my mornings a little more special :)  and Mini got some accessories for her Build a Bear friends. On the way out I saw a store that was totally my style (if I have one anymore!) We stopped in, I loved everything in the store and tried on a few things.
I grabbed a pair of shorts, put them on and the conflicting thoughts began.... Were they cute? Yes. Did I like them? Yes. Then Mini said she liked them and I immediately thought they were too short. I am a mother and actually turning another year older today, I should not be wearing short shorts.
Then my inner Goddess started screaming you are beautiful! Wear them! Run around in a big field filled with flowers and feel amazing about yourself!
Once I left the big, flowery field and came back to the dressing room, I stepped out to look in the bigger mirror. The salesperson commented the shorts looked fantastic, I immediately thought, "well it is your job to say that!"   Yikes. 
To skip over the added conflicting thoughts I had as I stood in the dressing room... I did buy the shorts.

I am fully aware of my role as a mother. I am fully aware of the influence I have on my children and my obligation to them. But I am also a woman, with another identity that is not a mother. It is very easy to forget this. Mothers give everything to their family and often lose themselves. I chose to hold on to the remaining parts of me as tightly as possible.
I will wear my shorty shorts and feel beautiful in them! Maybe not to the park or a play date, but we have some amazing festivals in Colorado and I plan to shed mommy-mode for just a minute. Guilt free. <3