Miracles Do Happen Y’know
I was cleaning out my closet the other day, packing up stuff in a box for Goodwill, when I happened to stumble across my little black dress. For those of you who don’t know, every woman has one of these ‘reminders’ hanging somewhere in the dark recesses of her closet. Mine hasn’t seen the light of day since before the birth of my first child–eons ago.
As I pulled it into the light, memories of days gone by flooded my brain, overwhelming my common sense. A wicked grin crossed my face and I dropped the arm full of old shirts I was holding to the floor. I was gonna try it on—for old time’s sake.
All was going well until It came time to zip it up. No matter how hard I tired or how much I sucked in my stomach and didn’t breath, the zipper would only budge a few inches. Round and round I spun in a circle like a crazy woman with one arm flung over my shoulder in a dance of desperation.
Finally, I gave up and sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror. With the tiny spaghetti straps hanging limp on my shoulders, reality sank in. I would never fit back into that dress–my thighs and new stomach size would never allow it no matter how much I worked out. That time, that era , of my life was over and now mommy-hood was the new supreme leader.
About this time my four year old daughter walked into the closet to see what I was doing.
” ‘membering what?”
” Things like how mommy used to fit into this dress. It’s too small now…”
“Don’t worry. Maybe when the dress grows up and gets bigger, you can fit in it then.”
And as the comment lingered in the air, she left the closet. I looked at myself once more in the mirror and couldn’t decide if I should laugh or cry.