“Comparison is the thief of joy.”  -Theodore Roosevelt

Last week I had “one of those days.” Nothing was going right, and it was a pure fight just to keep up morale.

Fast forward to the afternoon when I had some rare, and deeply appreciated, personal time. I was getting my hair cut and while I waited I picked up a much coveted fashion magazine.

I flipped through said magazine, reading article after article, seeing picture after picture of one thing: glamorous people.

Movie stars. Models. Producers and Editors. People who sit in the beauty chair DAILY, not bi-annually like me.

And then it happened. Upon reading a particular article about one woman’s fashion-forward glamorous life, I suddenly realized that I recognized her. Could it be? Is that??? Yes. We went to high school together.

And suddenly my life felt really, really small.

I mean, let’s be honest. Thirty minutes earlier, I barely had the wherewithal to give myself a once over before leaving the house. Actually, I know I didn’t. I spent that precious MINUTE picking dried Cheerios off my pants instead.

I just spent $2.50 on a new bottle of nail polish as a “pick me up” treat.

Really. That’s about as fashion-forward as I get.

As I sat in the salon chair, quietly evaluating my life, I realized that everyone around me seems to lead a more glamorous life than I do.

My friends attend glamorous luncheons and galas. They wear glamorous clothes, and their jobs lead them to glamorous places all over the world. Seriously, I have a friend in New Dehli as we speak.

And me?

Sticky, day-old Cheerios.

Later that evening, I walked in our door…nothing to show for myself but a haircut and some cheap nail polish—little to no make-up—and last night’s lack of sleep still hanging under my eyes.

The first thing I hear? A soft, ever-so-high pitched angelic voice…

“Mommy, you wanna play with me?”

I could feel the love melt over me.

Yes, son. Yes I do.

As we played, all my previous thoughts and insecurities disappeared.

My life may not be glamorous…

But it is sweet. It’s playing cars, and having tickle fights. It’s morning cuddles and swinging at the park. It’s jumping on the couch and dance parties in the kitchen. Daily.

It’s “I love you’s” and magical kisses that instantly heal boo-boos. It’s singing lullabies and saying nighttime prayers.

It’s being loved. And needed.

And it’s shaping little human beings.

I’m the only Mommy my boys will ever have. And I have a sneaking suspicion that “glamour” isn’t one of the job requirements.

In fact, I’m pretty sure it’s not even on their radar. And I know it’s not on God’s…so remind me again why it’s on mine?

My life is not glamorous. No.



I’m enough for my family, just as I am.

And you know what? That’s enough for me.

13 Responses to “Glamour-less”

  1. NicMills

    Awww. I’ve read your blog for…a year, I think. Maybe longer. Anyway, whenever you post pictures, I always think that you look so lovely and glamorous. Isn’t there some saying about the internet being like comparing your behind the scenes with someone else’s highlight reel? Let’s slap that one on magazines too. :)

  2. Alli Aars {You have your blog, we have Aars}

    You are so sweet. And I love that saying! May have to put that one on my screen saver for a while. I think social media makes it SO hard because we tend to see all the pretty, and less of the day-old Cheerios. Am I right? Thanks for reading, and thanks for your comment. :) So kind of you.

  3. Beck

    Everyone is drawn to transparency. It’s the very confession that you’re not glamorous that makes you more attractive than that girl in the magazine! Love you friend! I’m also in your shoes :)

  4. Alli Aars {You have your blog, we have Aars}

    Aw, thanks Beck. And great minds…I just used that very word “transparent” on my FB post. Love you! Thanks for the comment. ;)

  5. Soyoung

    As with all of your posts, I admire your honesty so much. I try to remind myself that all of the things that look so glamorous require so much effort… stylists, make-up artists, amazing lighting, a talented photographer, and then sadly, a whole lot of Photoshop. It’s definitely an altered reality. And from where I’m sitting, your life is so real, beautiful, and incredibly important.

  6. Alli Aars {You have your blog, we have Aars}

    What a compliment, Soyoung. Thank you. :) And it IS an altered reality, that is for sure. I wouldn’t trade what I have for the world…

  7. Maria@Live Beautifully

    I’m right there with you sister! This truly speaks to my heart and my life right now. I have to be careful about what I see on Instagram and Facebook because what NicMills said is so very true, it’s the highlight reel!!! Come hang with me in SA and we’ll keep it real together!…btw it’s 2:15pm and I’m still in my jammy pants and haven’t brushed my teeth yet…how’s that for keeping it real ;-)

  8. Carolyn Lewis

    Ali,if you will permit a perspective from thirty-two years beyond you and from another mother of two boys, you are more beautiful now than all the make-up and dress-up and write-ups in the social columns could ever manage, because you are the only woman in the lives of your three guys. I wouldn’t trade a minute of our boys’ Cheerios and spit-up and “Why, Mommy?” for anything, and those are the most beloved memories of the last thirty-one years. They are grown men about to embark on family life themselves, and they want a secure and loving childhood for their yet-to-be babies. You go, girl! Nothing like adoration from down below now and eventually from up above!

  9. Alli Aars {You have your blog, we have Aars}

    Thank you, Maria. And I maaaaay have not showered to today. Just maybe. ;)

    And Carolyn, AMEN! So very well said. I wouldn’t trade my make-up-less glamour for anything I see in the magazines. My family loves me just how I am, and for that I am so very lucky. Isaiah even told me how pretty I looked today (swoon). Thank you for your words of wisdom!

  10. Dallal AlFaddagh

    I know how you feel. I’m a stay at home. I have an older sister (not married) who travels to amazing places because of her job. Sometimes I wish I had her job but then my son comes running out of his room to give me a hug and a kiss and all that glamour doesn’t compare. From your blog you seem like an amazing mother. You inspire me to be a great mother. Your activities that you do are fun and educational. Remember your boys are gonna grow up and remember their mom staying at home and giving them the attention that they need.

  11. Alli Aars {You have your blog, we have Aars}

    Aw, thank you, Dallal. It’s so hard not to compare! But it’s nice to know that you get it! Being a SAHM can be a rough existence, but so rewarding. And thank you for the sweet compliment. I do my best and I think that is all we can do as Moms, right? ;) Thanks for reading.

  12. MeaganMusing

    I took the kids to dinner tonight with third-day running hair and sweaty makeup under my eyes. Caroline was wearing a lime green princess dress and crown and Andrew dropped Legos on the floor. I’m so far from glamorous, but we’re all really, really happy. :)