At some point in motherhood, I suppose it's no longer a credible excuse for dressing like a dowdy, forgotton spinster, or for being always too tired to properly pursue grown-up interests. I'm glad I went to painting classes, and glad that I've got a short-story writing class to look forward to. But I'm still a grungy dresser who's almost forgotten what it was like to chase glamour and excitement. And what makes me feel a little ashamed of myself is knowing about women who seem to have done it all better than me.
In last weekend's paper I read about a 30-something mother of 2 kids under 2, who not only has continued her design career but has become a published writer as well. Then, in last night's episode of Project Runway, I saw a 42 year old fashion designer, and mother of 4, tell the world that she always - always - dresses up because she never wants to go down that trackpants'n'minivan path.
So, if these women haven't let motherhood be an obstacle to making their mark on the world, why have I?
At this point, it would probably make sense to say that one shouldn't compare oneself to others.