I have something to say this morning outside of my typical mumblings.
Some may not like it, some might, but I feel like it needs to be said.
In recent weeks I’ve seen my words all over the internet which has been a huge blessing.
But with a larger reach comes a larger audience and not everyone is as kind as the people on this page.
I’m all about telling it like it is in my day-to-day.
Some people can relate, some can’t.
Which is normal because motherhood is different for everyone.
Some of us have joyous pregnancies, for others, it can be messy, scary, or even heartwrenching.
Labour and delivery is full of the unexpected with the end result always being some type of recovery for mom.
Then comes motherhood and our beautiful baby.
Some of us have the baby that latches, sleeps, coos, and smiles.
Some of us navigate colic, and nursing struggles, and have appointments lined up every two days.
Some of us have it “easy” and have postpartum depression.
Some of us have it “hard” and have postpartum depression.
My point is it doesn’t matter how it happens or why it happens or how hard it is or how easy it is we still need to feel loved and supported.
Last night I scrolled through the comments on a post and my heart sank.
“This woman clearly needs help.”
“She’s obviously battling PPD. I feel so sorry for her. Someone help her.”
“Ladies, her kids might be really challenging.”
“She’s so selfish to think she should come first.”
And on and on and on…
The thing that riles me up the most – a lot of these women are mothers and sadly, the mom war lives.
I shake these comments off. I know who I am. But I worry about the other mothers reading these comments.
Here’s the thing – not everyone is going to be kind and supportive and understanding in this big old world of ours but never EVER let that shame you.
Never EVER let that stop you from sharing your feelings and finding the friend who gets it.
Never EVER let that stop you from asking for help.
Do you know how many “me toos” I’ve heard since starting this page?
Do you know how many private messages I get a week saying “that’s how I feel but I’m too ashamed to say it.”
Never EVER feel shame.
Motherhood is full of ups and downs, highs and lows and everything in between.
On the good days, we forget the bad.
On the bad days, we forget the good.
Let’s not forget there are people who understand what you’re feeling, whatever your case may be. You just need to find them. And the only way you can find them is by sharing and by speaking up.
And for what it’s worth – that mother who appears to have postpartum isn’t crazy. She’s one of the one million women who walk this path.
She needs the world to see that she’s human. She loves her babies and her life, her family and herself. She loves to laugh, she loves to cook, and she loves a good Hallmark movie, but sometimes the days are dark – and there’s nothing crazy about that. If anything, that deserves a “me too.”