YOU? You moms? You’re good moms. Each one of you. Each of us. Sometimes it’s hard. Sometimes anxiety and a racing heart get in the way of recognizing the truth. Sometimes guilt over just about anything steals the joy we think we should always be feeling.
That joy is OURS. We can own it. We’re allowed. We should. There is no guilt. We did not do anything wrong. It is not our fault.
We’re allowed to feel happy.
(Andrea Bates)
Just breathe! This DOES get better.
No matter what you think, YOU ARE ENOUGH!
And also…it’s OK if you don’t have all those gushy mushy lovey feelings coming out of every pore on your body for your child.
It’s not a prerequisite. You’ve just met!
(Jessica LaBonte)
Red, tired eyes? Tear-streaked face? Spit-up- or drool-covered shoulder? Leaky boobs or formula stains on your sleeve? Hair that is frizzy – or greasy – beyond belief – and has only been in a bun for weeks? An anxious brain that won’t shut off – or a foggy one that won’t turn on?
And – ahem – who even knows what’s going on down there?!
You’re a new mom. You’re in the thick of it. You’re likely terrified, and sad, and happy, and angry, and tired, and ecstatic, and all of the feelings all at the same time.
But I promise you’ll get better. I promise life will get better. I promise you’ll be able to shower, and sleep more, and claim some of your time back for yourself soon.
You’re an incredible mother – and if you feel like you’re not, and that scares you or makes you worried or upset or sad?
That shows even more that you are.
I promise.
(Lesley Neadel)
You are not alone. I’ve been there, others have been there. I am here for you to have a shoulder to lean on and a warm embrace.
(Stephanie Trzyna)
We may never have met in person but my love and compassion surrounds you every day. I pass the torch of warrior like strength, the torch that was handed to me- made up of several voices, words of wisdom and compassion, and virtual hugs.
You are doing more than great. You are loving your family while fighting the hardest fight of your life. I admire you, respect you, and support you with all my heart.
It will get better, it will pass. Keep going.
(Laurie DeWoody Hart)