Mr. Mom: A tomboy’s stay-at-home mom adventure

Lyndsey D'Arcangelo and baby Maggie

Lyndsey D’Arcangelo and baby Maggie


The first time I realized that I was a little different than other stay-at-home moms was when I took my daughter, Maggie, to music class for the first time. She was only four months old, but I wanted to get her out of the house and interacting with other people on a regular basis so that we wouldn’t go stir crazy sitting at home. I also wanted to do things with Maggie that would be fun and beneficial for her growth. So I threw on some grey Nike sweatpants with a white graphic T-shirt over a white long-sleeved waffle shirt, slipped on my white Nike sneakers and left the house in a white baseball cap.

I arrived at music class on time, not really sure what to expect. The music teacher was all smiles and gave me a quick rundown of how the class worked. Then, one by one, other mothers entered the room with their child (or children) in tow. Some of them gave me the once-over, a puzzled expression on their face. I smiled and nodded, letting them see that I did in fact belong there because I had a baby in my arms. Then I plopped down on the floor and waited for the music to begin. The class started and I began to notice that most of the other moms in the class were dressed really nicely. They had on designer jeans, ballet slipper shoes, cardigan sweaters and scarfs. Their hair was also done up as if they were heading out on a date. I looked down in my lap and noticed a large puddle of drool seeping into to my sweatpants, fresh from Maggie’s mouth. I quickly grabbed a burp cloth and sopped it up as best as I could. I wasn’t embarrassed about my outfit, because that’s how I always dressed. I’m a tomboy, so you’ll most likely find me in sneakers, sweatpants (unless I’m going out at night, which hasn’t been a lot lately) and a baseball cap. I didn’t know if these other mom’s felt the need to dress up because they were getting out of the house or if that’s how they normally dressed. All I knew was that we were different. Or rather, I was different.

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