You, Mama, do it every day! You slay! You rock this! You wake up, pour into your children, forget a little about yourself each day. You are doing everything you can. I see you. I hear you. Take a look in the mirror. That body, that beautiful body did it. That incredible piece of fluffy flesh was home to your babies. How amazing are you and your body to have birthed and fed your children? It is nothing short of a miracle. Those stretch marks are like roadmaps indicating your incredible journey. You are incredible, Mama! You are beautiful! You are fearfully and wonderfully made.
Motherhood has so many ups and downs. You, Mama, are the keystone that keeps the family together. No pressure, right? Take care of yourself. You give and give until you have nothing left. Invest in yourself. Invest in your relationships. Find the help you need so that you can be that pillar for your family. In doing so, you will truly love, see love, and be loved.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it doesn’t boast, it’s not proud. It doesn’t dishonor others, it’s not self-seeking, it isn’t easily angered, and keeps no record of wrongs. …It rejoices with the truth. It ALWAYS protects, ALWAYS trusts, ALWAYS hopes, and ALWAYS perseveres.
The weight of motherhood is sometimes too much. You fight back tears on a daily basis. You know as soon as your foot touches the floor in the morning, you are no longer you. You are a shell. A heavy shell. You keep moving because you have to. You feed your baby because you have to. You fight off the lies that creep in your head. Thoughts that endanger your love for your child. Regret, resentment, anxiety, fear, self doubt, annoyance, and even disgust. You keep moving because you have to. Baby cries again, but you can’t muster up enough strength to sooth your crying babe. Guilt kicks in. Loneliness follows. Nobody understands what you are going through. When you get enough energy to go out, people don’t see you. They see the baby. You smile… they don’t see you. They ask questions and you answer honestly, “It’s kinda terrible.” “She doesn’t sleep.” “She wakes up 7-11 times every night.” Or maybe your thoughts are not for their ears. They can’t know you had a terrible thought about smothering your crying babe with a pillow. You do love your children. You do know how blessed you are. But, they can’t know you want to go back to the time before your babe was conceived. They can’t know you had thoughts about being okay if babe didn’t wake up from SIDS (Sudden Infant Death Syndrome). So you smile and say, “It’s okay. We’re okay.”
As tears run down my face writing this, I need you to know YOU ARE NOT ALONE, MAMA. You are not alone. First off, find help. Have an honest conversation with your doctor. Second, tell someone. If you don't have anyone, email me. email@example.com There are postpartum groups out there. Facebook has them, Instagram has them. Get connected. When I realized I had postpartum depression, I was in denial. I thought every mom is sleep deprived. I thought, maybe at 5 months things would be better… then 9 months… then 1 year…
Here’s the good news. You are not these feelings. You are not alone in them. You are enough. You have everything it takes to get through this. You are not your depression or anxiety. These feelings you have DO NOT make you a bad mother. If you are moved by my art, PLEASE let me know. Follow me on Instagram, and be a part of a community.
Motherhood is funny isn’t it? In all of the chaos, can you spot the humor? In your kids’ brutally honest comments, in their explorations of the grown up world around them, in their attempts to be just like you, you can find the hilarity that comes with having children. In all the chaos, try to focus on what is pure, lovely, and admirable. Look for what is excellent and worthy of praise. This is what’s true and right. Let’s focus on that. Let me know your funny mom moments. firstname.lastname@example.org