Being a mom is definitely not all cupcakes and rainbows.It’s an awful lot of peanut butter smeared into your clothes and hair ripped from your head and days you just want to walk out of the house and not come back. I think social media tends to show motherhood as either “Look at my immaculately clean house and well-behaved home-schooled children. I made their clothes myself!” or “Haha I’m addicted to coffee and wine because I can’t handle adulting, much less parenting. Don’t judge me for serving these hellians cold hot dogs for the 8th meal in a row.”
I’m somewhere in the middle. And I’m gonna be honest about it. There’s a lot of pressure to put on a smile when things are hard, and I don’t think that’s healthy. Some hard things need to be studied, shared, cried over. I’m parenting with Sensory Processing Disorder (SPD) and Postpartum Depression (PPD) – a dastardly duo. But I’m a survivor/I’m not gonna give up/I’m not gonna stop/I’m gonna work harder. (Now try to get that song out of your head!)
We’re all dealing with something that would probably be easier with some support. So come hang out on my island and let’s navigate through the good and the bad together, ok?