Modern Motherhood : A Sisterhood of Enemies

Featured as a guest post on The Manifest-Station.

Last week I was at the pool for the boys’ swim lessons. My husband was with the baby so I was enjoying the quiet time, giving the boys an occasional wave and thumbs up, but mostly just zoning out. You see, after three kids, I’ve stopped feeling guilty about ME time, and instead, try to soak up the moment. No screaming, no fighting, no whining. Amazing how 10 minutes of alone time can restore your sanity and feel like a weekend getaway to a five star resort.

Suddenly, I was jolted back into reality by the sound of crying. It was coming from a little girl on the other side of the pool. She was sitting on the steps, surrounded by the others in her lesson – and she just started losing it. I watched as her mom (who was carrying a very small newborn) walked over to the girl and quietly whispered something into her ear. The girl started screaming louder, and I painfully watched as her mom desperately tried to calm her. It was your typical toddler meltdown, we’ve all been there. Long story short, it quickly escalated and the next thing you know the mom was trying to pick up the wet, slippery, screaming toddler – while holding her other baby – and trying not to lose her shit.

I immediately looked at the other parents that sat around her, and a knot in my stomach began to form as I noticed that they were all staring in disbelief. Judging. Shaming. Some even whispering to one another. My heart immediately broke for this fellow momma – not because I thought she was a bad mother or that her child was misbehaved; but because in a time of need, in a place we’ve ALL been, not a single person went to her rescue. Wouldn’t it be a perfect little story if I told you that I ran over, swooped in, and saved the day. Well, I didn’t. To be honest, I froze a little myself. My heart screamed, “go save her!” But my mind just kind of went blank. As I finally started to approach her, another mom beat me to it. And I watched, with mixed emotions of sadness and pride, as this complete stranger gently tapped her fellow momma on the shoulder, gave her the “I’ve been there” smile, and offered to hold the baby so she could hog tie her now hysterical daughter.

As I reflect back on this, it’s hard to hold back the tears because it serves as yet another reminder of just how lonely and overwhelming motherhood often is. Having and raising little humans is something no one should face alone, we weren’t meant to – motherhood is the ultimate universal connection. We are a tribe. A sisterhood. A family. If anyone should know and understand the magic and messes that accompany raising children it’s a fellow momma. We have an unbelievably unique opportunity to support and lean on one another, but instead, we are too busy measuring one another up and tearing one another down.

Sadly, I feel like the new moms take the hardest hit, especially during those first few weeks postpartum. For some reason, we’ve created this ridiculous expectation that moms have to have their shit together – you know: shower daily, keep a clean house, and get their body back – all with a grateful smile on their face. Let’s be real…those first few weeks are painfully hard. Adjusting to life with a newborn, adult diapers, running on little sleep, crotchsicle ice packs, breastfeeding difficulties, recovering from BIRTHING A HUMAN BEING – the list goes on. For whatever reason, nobody talks about how DAMN HARD it is. Instead, we all just continue to post the perfect pictures and reinforce the unattainable expectations for the next generations of moms to come.

So I beg you, for the sake of our daughters, grand-daughters, and all the mommas to come: let’s start talking about the ugly. You know, the shit we pretend doesn’t exist on social media. Instead of posting pictures of our super advanced children, playing nicely, while eating their all organic homemade meals…what if we allow ourselves to be vulnerable and post about the tantrums, the messes, and the bag of MSG packed cheese puffs I just gave my five year old to get him to shut the hell up for two minutes so I could finish grocery shopping? Instead of shaming one another, why not support and lift one another up?

So next time you are about to delete that unflattering picture that shows your mom belly covered in stretch marks, or your messy house at the end of the day, consider posting it on social media instead. Next time you see a fellow mom with a tantruming child at Target, give her a smile and let her know you’ve been there too. Talk to other mommas about the days that test your patience and break your spirit. The hard stuff, like the time your child went through that nasty biting phase at preschool, or the time your 3 year old said FUCK at the dinner party. Compassion and humility go a long way. Let’s build confidence in one another by being real about what motherhood really looks like.

I will be the first to admit that my life is not perfect. Far from it actually. I’m not always a good mom or wife. I lose my temper and yell too much at my kids. Sometimes I’m so tired at the end of the day that I cruise Pinterest instead of reading my boys bedtime stories. I turn into a total raging BITCH and take everything out on my husband when I’m lacking sleep or stressed. But that’s just it. We all have our faults. There are things we fail at daily. Every single one of us has skeletons in our closets, and ultimately, these imperfections are what make us human, and most importantly – relatable. Let’s start talking about it. Let’s give ourselves and other mommas a break. Let’s stop pretending that our shit don’t stink – we all have baggage, let’s own it…hell, let’s celebrate it even!



2 thoughts on “Modern Motherhood : A Sisterhood of Enemies

  1. Beautiful, my friend! I feel you are a kindred spirit, I’m just a decade ahead of you in the journey. No one wins when we judge. We’ve all been there … or we will be soon enough. It’s a journey and I’m so glad that I get to spend my days wrangling humans. Even as the humans are becoming taller than me. Life ain’t always pretty, but it sure is good! xoxox

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    • Thank you so much for the kind words, Maggie! Funny, I felt a connection with you the first time I met you – I have a feeling we would have had fun raising babies together. Seeing your babies all grown up gives me hope that there is light at the end of this LONG tunnel of wrangling babies, but also makes me appreciate how fleeting time is. You have a beautiful family and you are a wonderful momma! XO


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