|My Mothers Group Rocks (missing Katie who took the pic)|
I would like it if mothers could feel less alone.
Motherhood is an isolating gig whether geographically (if you’re an ex-pat like me) or emotionally. The villages meant to ‘help raise the child’ have dissolved into myths. We are supposed to do it all, have it all, and love it all, at all times (FYI this is also a myth).
My aim is for this blog to be a virtual village (I know the word ‘virtual’ sounds creepy, but it’s not.) Modern motherhood is scary- our Mothers didn’t have to deal with info overload on the internet: Organic or non? Strap the baby or set it free? Breast or bottle? Cry-it-out or claw-your-eyes-out?
Too. Much. Information.
In addition to TMI, we are the generation of women of TMC- too many choices. Our fearless, feminist mothers and grandmothers told us; “Career first, then start a family.” So here we are, having carved out a bit of an adult life only to hand it all over to a helpless little human.
The ultimate choice- to work or not to work?
- Go back to a career you love and let someone else raise your kids?
- ‘Just’ stay home all day and let your brain rot?
You’re damned if you do, you’re damned if you don’t.
But seriously though, I’m no expert. I haven’t been doing parenting for very long. What I do know is how feelings of guilt, anxiety and insecurity can be crushing.
I think if we are more honest about parenting, maybe we can lessen some of the pressure to be these Instagrammable-Mothers. Parenting is messy, glorious, infuriating and uncomfortable. It’s about making mistakes, learning from them, doing the best you can, and loving your guts out.
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