The t-shirt was a size large. There was no way I could fit into it. At the time I was a solid 3X.
I remember the look on their little faces. They were so disappointed. I remember how mortified and embarrassed I was.
Fast forward to the present.
Yesterday, I was digging around in my drawers eliminating clothes that are too big. I pulled out the t-shirt. It has never been worn. It has been collecting dust in the bottom of my lingerie drawer.
I looked at the shirt. I thought.......there is no way a large will fit yet. But, I tried it on anyway.
It fit. Perfectly. It even has a bit of room in the shoulders and arms.
I was so excited. I went to show the girls.
My middle daughter began to cry. I asked her what was the matter. She said that she could remember me not fitting into it. That she was sad for me. That I am not the same mom. That she is proud.
She made me cry too.
Not because I was sad anymore.
I finally feel like myself.
I have found the mom I was meant to be.