Welcome to Being in Motherhood. I hope this writing finds you when you need it. Thank you for being here. If you are new here, I invite you to read this first and if you want to learn more about me, Emma, read this. Here, I explore mothering, healing, breaking cycles, and learning what it means to be ourselves in motherhood.
I sat down this morning to write and I feel stuck, because there is something on my heart I have been sitting with.
It is grief.
When we talk honestly about motherhood, I am relieved. I am relieved to hear others words and wisdom, but it also reminds me of how everything is changing and nothing feels good enough.
I feel pulled to write and when I am writing, I am thinking about my son. When I am with my son, I am thinking about writing. When I am working during his nap, I am wondering if I am making the right choices for all of us?
And the more honest reflections I read about motherhood, the more I feel this is not going to change. This pull is not going to shift, I do everything I can think of to be present AND I have a lot I want to do.
There are words alive in me I want to share and I also want to be the best mother to my son. I want to be with him. AND I am starting to wonder about how other mothers feel about this push-pull of being with and being away.
I know it is good for my son to know and see I have a life outside of him. I have desires, dreams, and passions I am working with. He is young, but I know this is and will continue to influence the way he works with his own creativity.
I find myself feeling I wish I could give more of myself to him. More presence, more energy, more activities. I find myself often unsatisfied with how much I am offering him. I could give him more but I do not want to lose myself in the process.
During my meditation last night, I heard my soul whisper I need to let this guilt go. I am a loving, present and kind mother. I am something I never had and I am giving my son a beautiful life.
But, I am not sure it is guilt, I think its shame. I loved the distinction Brené Brown makes between shame and guilt. Shame is I am bad, I am stupid, etc., the embodiment of a quality. Guilt is I did something bad. There is separation and acknowledgement that one made a choice outside their values and they can choose differently next time.
Based on those descriptions…I feel shame.
I tell myself I am bad mother because I am not with my son enough. I tell myself I should be with him more, I should want to be with him more. I should choose myself less. And because I do not want to lose myself in this journey of motherhood, I am bad. I am failing. I am terrible.
Parts of me know this is not true, but others parts of me struggle with these thoughts. I know it is noise in my head, I know I am a mother doing everything in my capacity to mother well.
I am not living outside my values, I would not make different choices. I value and need time alone. I value and need time to write, my husband even said he notices a difference in me when I make space for writing. I want to choose these things.
I do not want to sit here in tears as I fill my own cup up. I do not want to feel this shame. I do not want to feel like I am not enough. Because I know, deep down, I am.
I also think this is bigger than me, in probably more ways than I realize. I think mothers, for generations, have been brainwashed to believe they are not enough. It seems the second we tried to work outside the home, or want more for our lives beyond the day to day of domestic work, we have been shamed.
We have been shamed for wanting more. We have been told this should be enough. We have been judged, criticized, and told over and over again this will go too fast, don’t miss a moment, you’ll miss these days.
When you become a mom, you become a mom. People stop seeing you as human. People assume you should be fulfilled and you should stop wanting more. You should stop wanting things for yourself because you have someone else to care for now.
Those desires to create don’t just magically go away. They stay inside you and the pull you apart if you try to pretend they do not exist. I love my son, I love to write, and I need to work to help us financially. What in that equation adds up to me being a bad mother?
I am human being and it is fucking hard to carry this shame. It is hard to feel worthless inside when I choose myself.
I am done feeling bad about feeling these feelings. I am sure they will come and go a million more times through this journey. I am sure this is not my last dance with shame.
I am done assuming I should feel differently when this is what I feel. I am done making these feelings mean something about me, especially as a mother. These ancient, patriarchal feelings of shame because I choose more than motherhood, they did not start with me.
I am not a bad mother, I am allowed to take up space in my life. I know I am better for it, I know my son is better for it, I know my collective family unit is better for it. So here, I write.
Love,
Emma
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I think many women have been sold the dream of having it all - being able to juggle children, career & passions. When we put our energy into one of them, we feel like we are neglecting the others, I think its just in our bones. For me I have found comfort in accepting I am not superwoman - I cant do it all, all the time. I try & keep work outside of parenting hours (school/evenings) - I cant always. I try & be flexiable with clients, but I have limitations. I try & show my children that having passions & a good work ethic is important but ensuring they know that they always come first. Its a juggle for sure. You are not alone! Its so refreshing to be able to talk about it openly & normalise this feeling amongst women. Thank you!
I literally could’ve written every word. I’m with you ❤️ This is my daily experience. Some days I manage better than others but whatever choices I make, there’s always an underlying sense that it’s not quite right. I tirelessly run through whether it’s my conscience at play and perhaps I do need to take action and look more closely at my choices, or whether it’s a shameful inner voice terrorising me no matter what choices I make. Thank you for sharing your experience, they are truly relatable and certainly make me feel more seen. Xxx