You Don’t Have to Make Up A Story About This
I want to share with you a tool that saved me as a mother.
But first, I need to share with you why I needed this tool (perhaps you can relate).
It all started when I bought the book: The Happiest Baby on The Block (one of the first of many ways our modern world or let's call it what it is...capitalism lured me out of my knowing as a mother).
I read it like the holy grail. I did all the things it said over and over. And 'the happiest baby on the block' was not. my. reality.
In fact, my husband was able to somehow rock our daughter 'just so', and she was so happy. I, on the other hand, had to pull out a circus parade to get even a slice of the same results.
It got so bad that, I shit you not, a concerned neighbor offered to breastfeed my baby because she noticed I was having a really hard time.
(yes, neighbor, you may kindly go fuck yourself)
This confirmed my inadequacy. I felt so incompetent, fumbling all over the minefield of mom land, at a loss of how to comfort my baby girl. Many times in the black of night I was so disoriented not knowing which way was up or down.
And these experiences, when I was at my most vulnerable, had me fall victim to the mean girl in my head:
Maybe I’m not cut out for this momma thing.
(But it sounded more like: You fucking suck at this and you are a shitty, terrible mother.)
This is how it went for me: I couldn't figure out what my baby needed and I would spiral out into negative self-talk and the land of limiting beliefs until one day I met up with some momma friends.
We were all sharing our momma war stories and how awful they were and then lamenting about what these misadventures meant about Who We Were As Mothers, when one Wise Momma among us saved the day with this quote:
"Just because some thing happens, you don't have to make up a story about it"
When I heard this, I stopped dead in my spiral and realized I didn't have to go any further. Yes, something crazy could happen, something could happen with my baby calling me to yet again, go an extra mile when I was already on the edge of my fatigue. Yes, it could suck. And, Yes, I could let it go. Yes, it didn't have to say anything about me. I did not have to use it as fertilizer for my ego mind to have a field day with.
I could just let it be what it was and move the fuck on.
When I heard this, I felt it deep in my bones. The crazy is normal.
It felt like someone tossed me a desperately needed life raft to stay afloat amidst the choppy waters of motherhood. It saved me from going completely under water in the late dark nights of showing up to tend to my inconsolable, yet beautiful baby.
And this is why I created 'The Momma Chronicles' for you. To normalize the crazy and give you the quick wisdom to move out of the fray.
In other words: to bring you back to center when it feels like it's all you can do not to fall down the spiral rabbit hole of 'shitty mama'.
Cus you are so not.
You are strong. You are powerful. You are courageous. Only the bravest choose these soul lessons.
Love,
Your Emi
PS - And - let's face this momma shit is pretty funny. Comedy is one of my favorite divine feminine healing medicines. Cus if we can't laugh about it together, what's the point of having to deal with it separately?
