Parenthood is not a smooth ride.
We need each other.
I am a mom of four young daughters: a set of twins, a toddler, and a newborn. As much as it’s wonderful, it has challenged many (if not all) of my expectations of motherhood. I had always heard, “Becoming a mom will change you.” Now I had conceptualized this in a physical manner: no sleep, unkempt hair, mismatched socks, pain, hunger, stress etc. I never realized how it would change my soul. I had anticipated loving a tiny human more than myself, but I never knew how much I would yearn for the connection to another mother. I never knew how strong those bonds would become or how much I would rely upon them.
I also never knew I could feel the pain of a mother I barely knew, as if it was my own. It was an unfathomable and intangible transference of despair that would often leave me feeling depressed for days. I would weep upon hearing a mother had lost a daughter, miscarried a son. It didn’t have to be a best friend or a family member. She simply had to be a woman, and I felt her struggle.
So this blog is for women, mothers, sisters, daughters. We are too hard on ourselves and judgmental of each other. I wonder what would happen if we became our greatest supporters.