It's not simply overwhelming that parenting standards have risen dramatically while support systems have vanished, it's an unfair setup that has mothers thinking their personal inadequacies are to blame for what is actually the fault of a broken system and distortions of reality.
She gets it.
This is a picture of me mid-meltdown during my second week as a mom of two. I just got done breastfeeding for what felt like the 100th time and my husband had just entered the room asking if I needed anything, and I said no. When he walked out, I just broke down. Because there were SO many things I needed.
"There's no trophy"
I realized that, for better or worse, joking about being a wine mom is a palatable code for saying "this is hard." That feeling is one just about every parent experiences, often on a daily basis—but it can still be hard to admit, lest we be accused of not appreciating motherhood enough.
Parents need help, and we need to take back the definition of what makes a "good" parent.
Giving unsolicited advice is just one parent's attempt to help another parent avoid the challenges they went through.
My day-to-day is filled with micro failures that prevent me from achieving any semblance of "best mom ever" status.
Spoiler: It does and it doesn't.
These three little words really help. ❤️
You are allowed to vocalize how hard this actually is. Just because you endured a longer road to get here does not take away the fact of the pressure of being a mother.
I see that your child also has 5+ bows in their hair and a layer of leggings, shorts and a skirt on.
But it's not for the reasons you might think.
I know this is a "hard season" of life. But I also know—because every well-meaning person over 40 tells me constantly—that these days go by so fast and to cherish them.
Now that I'm a tired mama with a baby on her hip and a toddler by her side I'm learning you can never say no too many times. No to extra stressors, no to unrealistic expectations, no to too many commitments on the family calendar.
Moms are entitled to feel exhausted or overwhelmed or defeated, and they're allowed to express those feelings. We should never shame them for doing so.
When I looked at it a third time, I realized this was a beautiful photo of us. Honest, intimate and real, this photo perfectly captured all the feelings in the room that night, and the reality of motherhood, which is as complex as this photo.
Why does it have to be so incredibly complicated?
This simple life built of love is enough.
I still don't feel completely steady on my feet, but I'm on auto-pilot now. I get up. I change him. I feed him. I put him back in bed. Wash, rinse, repeat.