“It’s who I am. It’s who I will always be. I’m a mom who worries…and I can’t help it.”
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“It’s who I am. It’s who I will always be. I’m a mom who worries…and I can’t help it.”
“As a mom of three under three, I did what many mothers before me have done: put my wants and needs in the back seat and buckled them up. I got through each day, crying from one obstacle after another and wondering if I’d ever be able to shower without hearing a baby cry or eat a hot meal again. I was ready to dot the I’s and cross the T’s on a contract to stab my eyes with a fork daily if it meant I was able to feel like a person again.”
“I hope she knows it is a privilege to watch her grow, even though it also breaks my heart. I hope she knows that with every pain, tear, and heartbreak she experiences, I feel it a thousandfold. I hope she knows that she is loved, beyond measure and beyond words.”
“I won’t treat you like a princess forever. Because soon, you’ll be the queen.”
“We completely discredit this mother if we disregard the intent behind her worry. We label her a perfectionist. But the fear of getting it wrong, their children missing out, their needs not being met… it’s the glue keeping it ALL running smoothly.”
“Just like every adult person is different, so are pregnancies, babies, toddlers, children, and teens.”
“Her teachers pumped the students up, told them the rules of the egg hunt, and off they went. Once the sidewalk stopped at the rubber mulch, that’s where Mary stopped. Once again, she was at the back of the class, watching everyone else have fun.”
“The day after my firstborn joined our family, I remember thinking, ‘I’ll never be alone again!’ I loved our newborn and my husband and didn’t want to start resenting them. It was up to me to ensure I got the self-care I needed to be a happy mommy.”
“At first, receiving a boundary from my daughter made me want to explain myself. It made me want to tell her why she should be okay with her Mom giving her a quick love pat. It made me want to make her feel silly that she would need a boundary with her own Mom.”
“The first Mother’s Day I experienced post placement, I felt hollow. No one said a word. I didn’t communicate that Mother’s Day would be a trigger for my grief, but somehow this 19-year-old boy knew and validated those feelings in a tangible way.”