My kids have always loved Bubble Guppies. It’s a sweet little show with little bits of social and educational information sprinkled into a cute little story with some “stays in your head all day” songs.
Recently an episode popped up on our DVR… and it was an adorable mini movie teaching the kids about “style” … describing all of the different kinds that are out there (sporty, casual, dressy, etc.) It took you on a journey with the group of characters and showed how each one discovered what their style was. But one of the girls struggles to find hers throughout the episode… but ultimately, at the end her (adorable) answer to the “What is your style” question is, “Me. My style is me.”
After it’s over… my four-year-old turns to me and asks, “Mom… what’s YOUR style?”
I knew she was going to ask me. And I knew I didn’t have a good answer for her.
Because it’s a question I’ve been asking myself a lot lately as I’m going through a weird phase of my life where I’m struggling with understanding who I am underneath my “Mom” role. After five years of being pregnant or nursing for all but four months of that time… and raising three little human beings… I haven’t had much time to focus on that.