The Blessings of Being Raised by a Low-Maintenance Mother

My mom has a little curve on the tip of her nose that she affectionately calls “The Cullimore Hook.” She also has wrinkles on her face, a flat chest, a great smile and incredible legs. She is capable, kind, smart, low-maintenance and beautiful. In today’s world, full of over-processed, over-done, over-glammed women, I will be forever grateful that I was raised by a low maintenance mother who has always been too busy with important things to scrutinize every inch of her body, obsess about fine lines, or turn herself into something she isn’t.

 

What Low-Maintenance Actually Meant

For her, being a low maintenance mother has never meant Birkenstocks, dreadlocks, and pajamas all day. In fact, long before gym-rats and CrossFit, my mom was up at 5:30 am attending an exercise class. She was home, showered, and ready for the day often before we were even out of bed. She wore classic clothes and simple make-up with different haircuts throughout the years, some definitely better than others.

I remember, as a teenager, wondering why she didn’t reapply her face more often or get her nails done. I thought it was crazy that she mostly wore flats and had never had a massage or pedicure. She used Suave shampoo and hairspray, Clinique foundation, and drugstore mascara. She didn’t get things lifted, enhanced, or lasered. I have always had a healthy expectation of what a real woman’s body should look like because of her.

What a Low-Maintenance Mother Teaches Without Knowing It

We shopped together at inexpensive stores where she taught me how to dress for my body, look for items that were stylish but on sale, and to buy only clothes I was sure I would wear. Brands didn’t matter and clothes were fun but never used as a status symbol.

Beauty was never a main topic of conversation around our house. Dinner table talk revolved around what we were doing and accomplishing, who we were helping, what we were struggling with, and what was happening in the world — not what we looked like. We didn’t bond over manicures and beauty tips but grew incredibly close as she assisted us in becoming our best spiritual, academic, and emotional selves.

Today, as a financially stable woman in her 50s, she is just as grounded. No eyelash or hair extensions, Botox or tummy tucks, and she smiles for pictures when she is in her pajamas and without makeup. Yes, she has started getting her eyebrows waxed, coloring her hair, using nicer shampoo, and her clothes are no longer from Mervyn’s, but she is still just the same. She does not define herself by what she looks like. She defines herself by what she gives.

The Lifelong Gifts of a Low-Maintenance Mother

I had no idea what an impact her quiet example would have on me as I became an adult. When budgets were tight, our funds weren’t siphoned toward spa appointments or $30 shampoo. In the early years of our marriage, I didn’t have to set aside money for the Nordstrom sale or high-end shoes. I have always been good at making do with what I had or finding a great new shirt for under $20 that made me smile.

I have varicose veins that scare children, love handles I can’t help but pinch, stretch marks like cat scratches, and plenty of wrinkles already, but it’s all okay because my low maintenance mother taught me something much more valuable than how to accessorize.

She taught me that being less than perfect is perfectly okay. She showed me that the fountain of youth is not found in a bottle or needle, but in a childlike heart and caring nature. She taught me that real beauty is having a life purpose that allows you to brush aside the unimportant. She encouraged me to be anxiously engaged in causes that fulfill me so I don’t have to search for happiness in places I won’t find it. She taught me that a new outfit can be a great pick-me-up, but nothing takes you higher than knowing you are right with God.

It’s hard to ever measure up to your mom. There may come a day when I laser those pesky varicose veins or iron out my wrinkly skin. My eyes never open at 5:30 am, and I have a hard time leaving the house without a fresh coat of lipstick, but because of her, I know that smooth legs, a youthful face, and pink lips have nothing to do with who I really am. What defines me is how I love, who I serve, and what I create with this precious body and little time I am given. My mom isn’t perfect, but she has always been perfect for me.

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Frequently Asked Questions: Low-Maintenance Mother

What is a low maintenance mother?

A low maintenance mother is not a woman who doesn’t take care of herself — she takes care of herself consistently, without making appearance the main event of her life. Brooke’s mom was up at 5:30 am for exercise, showered and ready every day, wore classic clothes with simple makeup. But beauty was never a main topic of conversation, and how she looked was never used to define who she was.

What do low-maintenance mothers teach their children?

A low maintenance mother teaches: that a real woman’s body looks like a real woman’s body; that taking care of yourself is worth it but moderation is necessary; that real beauty is having a life purpose that allows you to brush aside the unimportant; and that what defines you is how you love, who you serve, and what you create with this precious life.

How does a mother’s relationship with her body affect her daughter?

A low maintenance mother who does not scrutinize her body or obsess about fine lines gives her daughter something priceless: a healthy expectation of what a real woman’s body looks like. When the women around us define themselves by what they give rather than by what they look like, we grow up understanding that beauty is capricious, subjective, and fleeting — and that our worth is not.

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