The Best Advice From My Mom That Led Me To My Husband

“If he is going to like you, he will like you with your hair a mess and you wearing sweat pants, or he does not really like you for who you are.”

This is what my wonderful and supportive mom told me while we were sitting at Wendy’s having lunch, and talking about a guy I was interested in.

Andy was a very good-looking man, tall, dark, and handsome. At this point in my life, I thought I had two types of looks that I was attracted to. One being the blonde hair, blue eyes type. And the other being the tall, dark, and handsome type. I was young and wanted to look good, wanted to be dressed nice and feel good about myself when I talked to him. He saw me every day, but he always saw me in my work clothes, which I felt like I looked regular in and fat in. I wanted to look like me outside of work.

I saw him every day, but I did not have enough time to really talk to him. He worked right next to the place I worked at an office supply store, on this day I was off work, but he was working. He always came in to where I worked for lunch, so I hoped that my mom and I would see him, and she would get to meet him and tell me what she thought. It meant a lot to me what my mom thought, so I hoped she would like him.

There was a strong attraction and I always tried to be the one taking care of him to get in a few minutes that we could talk. I wanted to know him better but did not know if it would work.

That day when my mom gave me that advice and asked if I wanted to change my clothes, I did not have to even think about it, because if my mom thought that I was good enough with out looking like a model then that was good enough for me. I did not change my clothes, I did not put on jewelry, or re-do my make-up.

We did not see him at lunch, and I took that as a sign because he knew I would be there, we did still go next door where he worked, but we did not see him. When we left, however, we did see him. But I had decided that right now I would just show her who he was, but I would wait until I decided he was worth dating, and worth meeting my mom, before I talked to her about him again. I wanted to see if he saw me a fright if he would still come in to see me every day, and if when he came in, if he would still smile at me.

Even to this day I take this lesson that my mom taught me to heart.

I knew she was right when I met my husband after she had passed, and I never had the chance to tell her how right she was.

When I met my husband, it was exactly how my mom had said, I was wearing sweat pants, my hair was a mess, I was wearing a shirt that had holes in it. A shirt that normally I only wore on laundry day or while cleaning the house taking out the trash.

I did not worry about who I would see or what I was wearing, I did not even know that he would be there for me to meet.

My mom was a very smart woman. She gave me the best advice, and I still use that advice for my own daughter. And one of these days maybe she will meet her future husband and know that I was right when I gave her the same advice.