Reflecting and Accepting


We’re well into the new year now, but as I reflect on 2019 and continue to plan for 2020, I realize something: it may have taken 35 years, but it’s finally happened…I’m accepting of myself.

I can run to the store in yoga pants and make-up free, wear a Harry Potter themed dress to a Harry Potter concert, wear glasses instead of contacts, and I don’t feel the need to go to every event we’re invited to. I’ve fully embraced things that 10 years ago I would’ve been embarrassed about.

In my early twenties, I was still trying to “fit in”- I joined a popular sorority (social club) when I started college, downplayed my nerdiness (no HP apparel), and tried to be outgoing. When I transferred colleges my Junior year, I joined the cheerleading squad and could be found dancing at Silverado’s almost every Thursday night.

All of this feels like a lifetime ago or almost as if it was someone else’s life. I’m glad that I branched out and did things that were out of my comfort zone, but as I’ve gotten older I’ve realized I’m okay with being myself. I don’t feel the need to fit in with everyone else. 

Most weekends now (after the kids go to bed, of course!) you can find me in a recliner wearing my Harry Potter quidditch robe, drinking Prosecco, and watching The Office on Netflix or reading a book.

This doesn’t mean I stay at home all the time. I enjoy hanging with other special needs moms whenever I can, love going to the MMB Read Between the Wines Book Club meetings, volunteering, and traveling with my husband (whenever our Moms can babysit).

I’ve just accepted that I don’t like having a party to go to every weekend, and I don’t feel the need to be out and about all the time.

Maybe, you’re wondering how this has anything to do with #momlife. In my opinion, accepting who I am and being happy with myself has undoubtedly made me a better Mom. While I’m not a perfect Mom by any means, I am hoping that being confident in myself helps my kids learn to have same confidence. 

accepting me for me...Harry Potter style

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Erin grew up just outside of Nashville, but has been in the Memphis area for 12 years now. She’s a former middle school language arts teacher turned C.O.O. of the Lewis home (according to her husband). She’s Mama to Liv (2013), who loves to sing and play soccer and Will (2017) who loves dinosaurs, and wife to Chris, her college sweetheart. Between volunteering herself to be part of any and everything you can think of (face palm), driving Liv to zillions of therapies, and keeping Will from destroying everything, life is busy. Erin loves the beach, a good IPA, Target vacas by herself, and anything Harry Potter related (she ships Dramione!). She hates high heels, rude people that stare at cute kids in wheelchairs, and bad tippers.