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Whoa, Momma!

Sharon Kennedy Wynne, Tracey Henry and Suzannah DiMarzio

The truth is out there: I want to be a Hot Momma



Confession: I want to be a hot mom! Forget dowdy hair, frumpy clothes or goodness forbid, Crocs! For me, sassy shoes are a staple of any good wardrobe. And because I’m 5’3”, that means heels, heels, heels! The better to see you, my dear.

Well into the ninth month of my pregnancy, I tried to maintain my status as a fashionista. My daughter was born in February, so as the weather chilled, that meant classic high-heeled boots under my slacks and dresses. Church? Break out the pointy-toed pumps. On days when warm weather reigned, I rocked peep-toe wedges. Mom_anderson_4 

(Check out Gillian Anderson, of "X-Files" fame, as she arrives for a chat on the "Late Show With David Letterman". She's not letting pregnancy get in the way of some fabulous kicks.)

Older and wiser women than I shook their heads as I waddled along. My contemporaries gave me cool girl props. I vowed to wear heels to the finish line. And I did.

But something happened after the baby was born. I shuffled around the house in flip flops for the first few months of her life. When we ventured out, tennis shoes or ballet flats were the footwear du jour. They still are when we head out for fun and play.

But in the workplace, a girl’s gotta keep up her standards. And, as of today, I’m back! I’ve got two brand new pair of sassy black pumps. They are classy, professional and, because I used a $10-off coupon at DSW, a guilt-free splurge!

Of course, even before my latest purchase I’d been chastened by my daughter’s babysitter to don flats when I climb the stairs to her home daycare. No problem. That’s the responsible thing to do. My heels will wait in the car, representing a little part of my identity that refuses to be eclipsed by being a mom.

-- Sherri Day


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