An Open Letter to the Mom Whose Bra is Falling Apart
My $5 sports bra that I got on clearance last year is literally coming apart. I desperately need a new one. The sport is long gone out of this bra, I assure you. My husband says, “Just go buy a new bra.” It sounds simple, right? Sometimes, the new bra will make it into the Walmart buggy and it gets to do a little grocery shopping with me. But it always goes back on the rack. When my kids need new shoes and new clothes, it’s hard for me to spend money on myself. When I see something that my kids would enjoy, it’s hard to spend that money on myself.
And as I sat at the chiropractor’s office yesterday going over our payment plan for Sweet Gigi’s future appointments, I knew that I wouldn’t be getting a new bra this month either.
Others may look at me and wonder why I don’t wear nicer clothes, why do I just have a few dresses that I switch out, no accessories, last year’s shoes that are showing their wear (but not as bad as my bra, lol), I know that we live a (so very, very close to) debt-free lifestyle, and a new bra just doesn’t take priority right now.
I know that I should take care of myself better. We ALL know that. But I’m sure I’m in good company here.
You have a proverbial (or maybe a literal) bra that is falling apart, too.
You are a good mom.
From a Mom Whose Bra is Falling Apart
(by Melinda Martin, Musings of a Minister’s Wife )