I often feel like I’m charging forward in life, while my heart runs behind me, trying to catch up. Journaling and physical movement provide much-needed space to “metabolize” emotion, so-to-speak, so that I can face life with clarity. This alone is worth the time investment required.
Now, I’m a big experiences person. Experiences matter to me – especially experiences with people I care about. And for the most part, I like my experiences to be enjoyable. I did not want to look back on this family photo experience and remember it as a big flop.
And then my mind lands on one of the most powerful moments from the first year. I’m sitting in my counselor’s office, eyes wet, nose runny and voice crackly as I recall that first moment, the one where I felt so uprooted just after labor and delivery. We processed through the depression and anxiety tied to that moment. Her words pointed me beyond myself – “You aren’t alone in the experience of being separated from your child…”
I’ve been contemplating what it looks like to fully embrace my motherhood while also wholly embracing my creative self. In this new territory of motherhood, there is room for the expanse of creativity – I just have to look a little harder to see it at times.
It’s normal to feel mom guilt. Motherhood is different for every mom, and there is no manual for every situation you may encounter. We all struggle, and that is part of motherhood’s beauty – it makes us dig deeper, grow in ways we never imagined and connects us to others who can help.
Dear “New Mama” me, This is your future self (a couple of decades into the future, to be exact). Don’t think too hard on this one; just take these words for what they are. I want...
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