To those mamas who feel exhausted and stuck, like things will never get easier, let me tell you: things will get easier.
I know you may not know it, but you are seen. You are needed. You are wanted.
Being a working mom is my superpower. But the term “working mom” is outdated, ineffective at capturing who we—moms—all are, and is dismissive of all parents.
'Burnout' is a bite-sized buzzword for a really complex and layered issue.
It’s holding on. To firsts and lasts, to moments of magic in the mundane, and to an ache of loving so deeply.
Sweet friend, I wish I could promise you that your child is going to survive this. That you are all going to come out of this undamaged. But, I can't promise you any of those things. What I can promise you? You WILL have support.
At the end of the day, we don’t want our children to say that mama did it all. We want them to know that mama did what she could, and that was more than enough.
I remember the feeling of lightness when Sunday arrived and the heaviness in the days that followed when the visitors left and the hormones crashed and a wave of newness like nothing I’d ever known came over me.
You taught me that mothering—or womanhood—does not always have to be synonymous with strength. That there is room for weakness and error. That I have somewhere to rest my weary head until I have the wit to rise again. Thank you for being a resting and a rising place all within the same breath.
I looked down at my formerly-flat, newly-deflated belly after giving birth to my oldest son, and I thought to myself: is this what my body is going to be like, now? The changes your body experiences during and after pregnancy can be shocking, but I learned to find the beauty in it.
And while she was acknowledging her own pain she also said, “I could be giving birth in Ukraine right now—someone probably is doing that right now.” Women give birth in war zones, in hiding, in abusive homes, sometimes completely alone.
How are you talking to your little ones about the news?
Mothers elsewhere, everywhere, hold a weight so unfathomable every waking hour—their children, those guns, the amount of 'fight' left in their bones.
Truth is, the postpartum period is hard, and we don’t talk about it enough.
Sometimes motherhood feels like one long list of things that you’re falling short on. But know this, mama: You are more than enough.
I was confident in my ability to have the birth experience that I wanted. Unfortunately, that didn’t end up being the case. Now, I hope other Black mothers-to-be can learn from my experience and how to prepare themselves for all possible birthing scenarios.
My first year of motherhood came with a flood of persistent and overwhelming worry that prevented me from enjoying simple pleasures.
Here’s how I found that place again.
Shining a light on the mothers of Martin Luther King Jr., Malcolm X, and James Baldwin.
I think the most important thing to know if you’re going through PPD is that it CAN get better. You will get better.