I love being a mom, but I don’t always enjoy the tasks and sacrifices associated with motherhood. I love my children more than I ever thought possible, but I don’t always like them. And yes, I have fantasies of running away and never returning. And you know what… millions of other women feel the same way. So why do we rarely talk about it?
I recognize and appreciate the minority of women out there who are truly gifted at motherhood. These women are gifted in the same way as those who have natural musical, academic, or athletic aptitude. Mothering innately flows from them with ease, joy and passion. It is their life purpose to care for their children. These few women will have no idea what I am talking about. For the rest of us…you know exactly what I am about to dare speak of.
I started expressing my negative feelings of motherhood very early on in my journey (while my kids were still cooking in my uterus). Unfortunately, about the same time I started expressing these thoughts, I quickly learned that it was socially unacceptable to do so. Nothing can clear a room or silence a crowd faster then a pregnant or new mom expressing unhappiness about her new “bundle of joy,” or questioning why the hell she allowed herself to be knocked up in the first place. So what is a new mom with these thoughts to do? Well, stuff them of course. We soon develop the socially acceptable responses that all the other smiling moms have. You know the ones:
You’ve heard these statements. You have probably even spoken these untruths. We learn very early on that we have to talk like the rest of the moms to feel like a “normal” member of the motherhood society. We look around and see all the shiny happy faces and deduct that we must be some sort of a genetic defect of a woman since we don't feel the same way. If everyone is enjoying themselves and feels fulfilled as a mother, then we must be missing the maternal gene, instinct, or whatever it is that makes us supposed to "fall madly in love” with our babies and never have a cross thought. If this is true, then we must not let anyone discover our defect -- so we fake it. This is exactly how the cycle of silence begins.
It is my passion and life purpose to get people talking about the secret of motherhood disappointment, stress, and lack of fulfillment. I know what internalizing these scary feelings did to me, and I am bound and determined to educate every woman I can, so they can speak their truth, own their experience, and define motherhood on their terms (despite the plastered grins around them). I am not the only one on this bandwagon. I have read just about every book on this topic, and they all say the same thing -- the vast majority of mothers with young children are overwhelmed, disappointed, stressed and suffering from adjustment issues directly related to their new roles. Yet, we rarely talk about it. When data is collected anonymously, the truth come out.
Recently on a social networking site, a new mom posted about her frustrations and conflicts she was having with her spouse. I was outraged to see that she was blasted, by other mothers, about how she should be thankful for what she had. This “beat up” mom posted an APOLOGY the next day and thanked her “friends” for shedding new light and a positive perspective for her. Bullshit! I was so saddened, and disturbed on so many levels, by this display.
I publicly posted about how brave this new mom was for venting -- bravo to her for owning her experience. Most importantly, I told her that she owed no apologies and to continue to feel whatever it was that she was feeling. She was thankful for the support, but I bet she won’t be so honest in her posts or in her future conversations. One more mom joins the secret smile society.
This situation hit a personal nerve with me as well. I was blasted a while back when I posted a piece titled, "The Worst Parenting Advice I Ever Received" on one of my favorite sites, Sane Moms. I angered another mother who lost her child and thought I should be thankful for mine. My first reaction was of complete and total guilt. She was right -- here I am bitching about my perfectly healthy baby who is screaming her head off and I am about to lose my fucking mind -- and this woman’s house is completely quiet because her baby died. I was stymied for days and the layers of guilt piled on. All those feelings of 'what the hell is wrong with me' came flooding back -- until I realized that we were living two completely different realities. Neither was right or wrong, but different. I had no reason to feel guilty, and she had every right to feel pissed by my post. I am so thankful for what I have, but I am allowed to bitch about what is difficult for me -- and so are you! Whatever you are feeling is YOUR reality, and nobody can deny it or take it away. Yes, someone always has it worse, and at the end of the day it is of the utmost importance that you practice gratitude and appreciation. But in the moment, it is your feeling, your frustration, and your guilt that you have every right to feel, own, and speak it out loud. It is only when you own these feelings that you can begin to look at what is working in your life, what is not -- and start to define motherhood on your terms.
Let us break down the walls of silence and conformity to 'smile through your overwhelm' one mom at a time.
May you pop that baby out and fall madly in love. May your transition into motherhood be one of ease and pure bliss. My wish is for you to “enjoy every moment.” But if you don’t, you are a real mother. May you have the courage to feel your frustration, the strength to speak it, and the openness to allow others to support you.
Life Coach for Moms
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