Motherhood isn’t about being, it’s about becoming. At each stage of motherhood, we are beginners. We don’t just become mothers when we give birth; we become mothers as we trudge through all the trial and error, the self-doubt, the worry, the overwhelmingly hard days, and the joy, too.
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I would ask myself, “But how? How can I make it every day with pain that is so deep and dark? How do I keep going?” I soon realized I did not have to take it day by day. I could simply do minute by minute, slowly working through the cycle of grief while holding onto hope for a better tomorrow.
It didn’t matter what I looked like, how much baby weight remained, how dirty the rest of the house was. Everything that meant anything to me in that moment was before me. My dream had come true.
Being a mom and being with children can be fun, at least some of the time. But I’ve had a a few experiences lately that have shown me the value of pure fun, just for myself.
When I finally realized how one word created such negative emotions, I decided to ban it from my vocabulary. I was shocked at how much altering my word choice altered how I thought about myself and my responsibilities.
It is possible to take a new look at failure and find the victories and celebrations hidden inside. We can choose to see failure not as the outcome we anticipated, but instead as the sum total of who we are as mothers.
There are many things I want to do in my life and most of them are made more difficult by motherhood: write books, travel the world, get a master’s degree, read more, learn photography, take classes in everything from art to astronomy…Ultimately I realized, who I want to be is more important than all of those things that I want to do.
When I found myself running alone on a dark road without a headlamp, I realized the importance of having my own light—not only in running, but also in my everyday life.
I needed to take control of my negative thoughts and find a way to appreciate myself as a mother, so I found four ways to focus more on the good “mom”ents than the bad.
I liked the idea of wrestling with a yoga pose. I liked not doing a half-way job for 60 seconds and then moving on.. I wanted, desperately, to peel back the pose to its core. Lately I’ve been wondering: what if this philosophy could be applied to motherhood?
In Daring Greatly, author Brené Brown goes to the heart of what many of us think, but never talk about—the hidden shame we feel about ourselves in various aspects of our lives and the reluctance to be vulnerable about sensitive topics.