“Just give the kids to their Dad. Why are you making things harder than they need to be?”

Sometimes I overthink things. I’m not alone in this, and I agree there are simple solutions to the ‘kids only want me’ issue. Namely, give the kids to their dad and walk away. Boom. Done. In practice, however, it’s not always that easy. Or it doesn’t seem that easy even if the action is a simple one. Why do moms limit themselves or over think actions that, on the surface, take two seconds?

I’ll take “Mommy Guilt” for $3000.

It’s the category that houses most of the issues in the ‘Why we make things harder for ourselves?’ Jeopardy game is the ever-present existence of Mommy Guilt. If you’re a mom, you know what I’m talking about. If you’re a dad, there may be a similar thing, but it’s likely a different beast and the subject of another article. It’s possible to ignore Mommy Guilt, and some are perhaps successful in doing so. (I’ve never met those people.) Everyone feels this guilt at some level. The guilt and expectations of motherhood and womanhood are all-encompassing and exhausting.

To get a taste of mommy guilt (if you haven’t already), imagine you’re trying your best to do everything right, yet you have this haunting feeling that you should be doing more, better, or something entirely different every moment of the day. Comedian Jim Gaffigan’s joke about having four kids comes to mind: Pretend that you’re drowning, then someone tosses you a baby! If you work outside the home, you feel like you should’ve stayed home. If you stay home with the kids, you feel like you should be working. The kids’ lunches should be healthier, more creative, and each needs a personalized note. Your kids should be better dressed and smarter and well-behaved enough to succeed, but not so much that they follow others blindly. And you should have a rockin’ bod like the moms on Instagram, even though you feel guilty when you go to the gym because you should be with your family. No article could ever outline all the facets of Mommy Guilt, but I’d like to try. (At the risk of outing myself as a chronically anxious person!)

The Separation Anxiety.

In the early days, there’s the separation anxiety. When you manage to go somewhere alone, separation anxiety makes you feel like you shouldn’t have left your children. This is a normal process and can last a long time if you don’t practice trusting others. I remember my jaunts to TJMaxx (in the early days that’s where I ended up most of the time, if not at the grocery store), where after about 35 minutes, I got this super panicky feeling in my chest. Not quite a full blown panic attack, but definitely a looming sense of “Call them, text them, see if they’re ok’. I actively resisted that feeling, because I knew when I got home everyone would be fine. All the lights would be on and the place would be a mess, but everyone would be happy and alive. Plus, I wanted my husband to know that I trusted him.

The Work/Home Decision.

If you work outside the home, you feel guilty if you don’t want to spend time with your kids when you’re home. You’re a bad mother because you haven’t seen them all day, yet you’re now wanting to give them to your husband for some quiet time or space or workout. How selfish of you! Or at least that’s what we think to ourselves, and hear from well-meaning people who ask why we’re not with our kids. These are the people to avoid if possible. Also, if your husband works as well, you are encroaching on his relaxation time. So you feel guilty about that too. (Keep in mind, however, studies consistently show that moms do more work at home even when they work full time AND have supportive, involved husbands.)

If you don’t work outside the home, you might internalize that what you’re doing—even though it’s extremely valuable for your family, your spouse, and society at large—is not valuable. After all, there’s no monetary value associated with raising humans. You feel your husband needs his time to relax because he’s been working all day. As a stay at home mom myself, I felt I chose the “mom” job. If I sought time away from my job, then I wasn’t doing a very good job! The problem with this, of course, is that the mom job never ends. It’s 24/7, all the time, for the rest of your life. If you don’t learn to create some space for yourself and pursue your passions outside the family, then your life is going to feel like you actually aren’t in it anymore. And nobody wants that, least of all you. You’re lovely when you’re rested and fun and sparkling with the bits of life that light you up. But it’s a feeling that I know many stay at home moms have: that they should be doing it all because it’s now their J.O.B. Taking a break feels like they’re not doing enough, not holding up their end of the deal.

What was it I needed?

Sometimes moms forget what it is they need or want because they’ve been focused on other people’s needs for just long enough to forget their own. This makes it even harder to speak up because they’re not sure what to say. It feels silly to advocate for something when you can’t pinpoint what it is you’re advocating for. It sounds odd to say, “I need to reconnect with my inner sense of self” because what does that even mean? Cue the additional guilt associated with allowing your sense of self to disappear without even realizing what was happening.

The Guilt about Guilt

You might identify with these head games, or think it’s overanalyzed hogwash. Either way, it’s real for those who experience it. It can be embarrassing to admit your brain is overrun with guilt, especially when you’re normally a strong, smart, confident person. You feel guilty about feeling guilty, which leads to shame and a sense that you don’t want anyone to know you’re feeling this way. You suffer in silence. (I realize there are worse things in the world that people endure, which as luck would have it, also contributes to the guilt about feeling guilty! How can you complain about your situation when all these horrible things happen to others?) Your partner likely has no idea what’s going on in your head, so you need to talk about what’s going on for you. (As does he, of course. Ideally, this would be an ongoing conversation about how to keep everyone happy and healthy.) Everyone benefits when you take time for yourself.

Add Extra Challenging Kids.

Having challenging children creates another layer of Mom Guilt. Since you may intuitively understand your kids and their needs—or at least you’re committed to figuring them out—you feel you’re the best at soothing, understanding, managing, or doing an infinite number of tasks. You might get your kids better, be able to calm them, or do things just so. You may have done the research about what works for kids like yours, and so you feel you know best. And that might all be true.

You still need space and time to yourself. So this element of parenting must be another element of the conversation. Not that you can tell your spouse how to parent, but communication is essential. If you’re the only holder of this miraculous knowledge of things that work, you’re creating a bottleneck for yourself in addition to setting yourself up for more guilt AND setting your partner up for a less than stellar experience. They are his children too, and he needs to know what’s going on and at least have the information about what works best.

Once you’ve agreed on your overall parenting approach, embrace your individual parenting styles. When you have children with special needs, parenting methods need to be an ongoing conversation about what works, what doesn’t, and how to tackle things as they constantly change. This eliminates the need to teach your husband because you’re in it together, but it also requires that you let go of what things are supposed to look like.

The Burden Rests with Mom.

Sometimes doing things yourself is easier than 1) teaching others or 2) letting go of the “right” way. It takes work to push past this path of least resistance, but it’s better for everyone in the long run. Unfortunately (or fortunately), the change starts with you. Your partner may not know or realize what’s going on in your head or the pressure you’re feeling from every direction. Communication is necessary. Even if they do realize what’s up, if you don’t communicate how you’re feeling, they’re likely going to assume all is well. That’s why it’s so important to talk about Mommy Guilt in whatever form you’re experiencing it. Your guilt may not match what I’ve discussed here, but there are a million versions of Mommy Guilt. Further, when we don’t share our worries and fears, they get bigger. They become easier to believe. 

When we communicate, we usually learn our assumptions aren’t the truth. Mommy Guilt is a snowball of social constructs that all converge in our heads to make us feel like we shouldn’t be allowed to have space or time to ourselves. Again, maybe men have an equivalent, maybe they don’t. But opening up the conversation helps get rid of Mommy Guilt and it gives your husband a window into why certain things can feel harder than they need to be. (You may even learn that he’s got his own version that you didn’t know about!)

Communication is Key.

Dealing with Mommy Guilt is part of the process of being a mom in today’s world, and it’s best to ditch most of it. You’re not a bad mother if you feel guilty or if you don’t. You’re not a bad mother if you take time for yourself or if you don’t. Your kids will be fine no matter what you do (assuming that you’re actively parenting in some fashion), though I’ll argue every day that they thrive more when you thrive too. It’s an opportunity to make sure that you are fine and fabulous as you weather this parenting journey, so you help eradicate the Mommy Guilt for yourself and others! Lots of moms have given themselves to their families only to have kids move away and their relationship fizzle. Then you’re finding yourself again after years of doing for others. Don’t listen to the guilt; stay connected with your self apart from your role as wife or mother.

You need space and time to be you without any other humans attached. Have hobbies, go for walks, do yoga, simply breathe air somewhere where no one needs anything from you. In order to be your best, you need this time. It benefits everyone when you feel recharged and excited about your family. You are their world, and you want them to know that you love them more than anything! And to do that well you need to also love yourself more than anything. There’s more love to go around when you love yourself, so that’s a bonus. Make yourself a priority and everything shifts.

 

Cara Maclean, Wellness Coach & Writer, works with moms to undo what keeps them exhausted. We cultivate the calm, joyful energy needed to handle any challenge with humor and grace. Author of Just the Way It Is: A Look at Gifted/2e Families, Spring 2022, GHF Press. Learn more at CaraMaclean.com

Everything I have known for the past six and half years has revolved around my children and around being a stay-at-home mom. It is how I have defined myself and I honestly do not know who I am without that title. Once I held my first baby in my arms, smelled her head, kissed her cheek, I knew I would dedicate my life to her forever. I quit my job and never looked backed…until now.

Once I had my first child, I became riddled with post-partum anxiety with a crippling fear that something bad would happen to her. My mind literally went to the worst place in every scenario. The older she got, the more my anxiety melted away, and the more I yearned to find “me” again. I started small, got a position in my field for 10 hours a week, and tried to stay active with hobbies that gave me joy outside of being a mom (dancing, working out, crafting).

Just as I was beginning to feel like I was possibly ready to send her to preschool and start working full time again, my husband and I decided to bring our second (and last) baby into the world to complete our family. During my pregnancy, I felt guilty about the thoughts of giving up part of myself again, instead of being completely overjoyed with planning for our newest addition. Once I got my head straight and got completely on board, I was determined to give him everything (and more) that my firstborn got. Well…second children never quite get that first-born treatment, let’s be honest, but I did my best. My heart exploded all over again, and I knew the moment I held my little boy in my arms for the first time and I watched him sleep blissfully, I would be dedicated to him forever.

So here I am, a stay-at-home mom of two and feeling a little less than fulfilled. My kids are at the age now where they are in school full time (or could be if COVID wasn’t putting a strain on life) and it is time to redefine myself again. Who am I if I am not a stay-at-home mom? Will I be able to jump right back into the workforce? How will I be able to juggle full-time responsibilities at work and still have more to give to my children at the end of the day? How will they adapt without me being there all the time? Oh, yes, and mommy guilt. I am feeling it already by just the mere idea of work, can’t imagine how that will be once I start.

Well, resumes were written, and jobs were applied to; now I have been offered and accepted my first full-time position, post-baby. I’ve still got it! But now comes the anxiety of actually being able to pull it off. Will mommy brain cooperate? Will old skills resurface from the corners of my memory? I can’t say for sure, but I am sure that I am excited to try. Even though I have my reservations, I do think it is important for my children to see their mother be passionate about something and put herself back out there. So, this stay-at-home mom, turned working mom will have to gain a new identity, find a new way to define herself, and make a new safe place for her children. Wish me luck!

Hello! My name is Brittany and I am the creator of Mama Bear Britt! I am a child development specialist, former preschool director and mama of two littles. I am working hard to create a place for parents to gather, learn and share. Join my tribe! 

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“You shouldn’t lose your identity to motherhood. Before you became a mommy, you were a person and that person is still important.” THEY tell you not to lose yourself, but THEY never tell you how to preserve your identity. How in the name of all things holy are we supposed to maintain our pre-parent identity while simultaneously caring for with an all-consuming infant?

What about when they’re toddlers? How are we supposed to maintain our identities when we spend our days trying to prevent a mini kamikaze from killing himself? If you’re an at-home parent, you’ve likely become the maid too. Never mind the fact that you may have the same degree or higher as your partner, you’ve been relegated to the drudgery of housework. I hate cooking and doing the dishes, but found myself swallowed by the kitchen, a slave to my small humans. If you’re a career parent, you probably find yourself doing the bare minimum both at work and at home. I know I did.

What about the school-age, latency phase? How am I supposed to maintain my identity then? I’m pulled in a zillion directions to match the extracurriculars my children are involved in. Someone always needs a chaperone and snacks are essential. Why do these kids need endless snacks as though they have no other nourishment?!? Any free time I have as a SAHM or career mom is sucked up by baking for, traveling to, and watching sporting events, plays, dance performances, etc. And I wouldn’t do things differently despite the fact that I’m collapsing into bed after putting in 16 hour days. But how can I maintain my identity? I don’t even recognize myself anymore. What about the teen years? Kids don’t even want parents around, so it should be easy to reclaim our identity now, right? Not so fast! Teens need supervision like you wouldn’t believe. Drinking, self-harm, bullying, and sexual activity all need an involved parent to help with difficult situations.

I’m 23 years into parenting and reclaiming my identity. It was a mistake to allow motherhood to swallow me whole, but I had no guidance on how to maintain my identity. Mommy guilt consumed me to the point that I couldn’t say, “no” to anything. Countless hours of volunteering in my kids’ classrooms let to countless hours of coaching my kids’ sports and clubs. There was no time to squeeze my personal life into their world. But I created their world doing what I thought mommies should do.

As a mom, I feel like it’s my obligation to fix things and make them better. But sometimes, you can’t fix things for your kids. As they get older, you have fewer opportunities to control their environment and therefore are less able to make their worlds pain-free. And you know what? That’s good for them. Allowing kids to manage their own friendships, take ownership of their own mistakes, talk to the teacher on their own, and clean up their own messes prepares them for life. Life doesn’t guarantee a mommy shaped cushion protecting them from pain. I wish it did. It pains me to watch my children struggle. But when they resolve issues—and they do—I couldn’t be more proud of the people they’re becoming. Trust your kids to handle age-appropriate situations. Believe in yourself that you’ve given them the tools they need to succeed. You and your kids will benefit.

I’m an author, attorney, adjunct professor, and college application coach. I’m an autoimmune warrior and a mother of three. I enjoy using both sides of my brain and have recreated myself many times to  work around my growing kids’ schedules. I share stories from all facets of my life. 

My whole career as a stay-at-home mom I never thought myself capable of balancing anything more than taking care of my home and family. I put my whole heart and soul into caring for my children but little heart into caring for myself. I have put my children’s needs above my own. 

Of course there is nothing wrong with being unselfish and putting others first. Especially your children. But, you cannot neglect yourself. 

School, work, self-care. All of it went right on the shelf when I became a mother. And I’m sure I am not the only one. Motherhood, at the beginning with young children is often chaotic, overwhelming, and just plain exhausting. Suddenly having these precious lives in your care can be a daunting task. 

I don’t have any regrets of my decision to stay home exclusively with my children. I believe it is what I needed to do to figure this whole motherhood thing out. But now I am finding myself yearning for something more. More for me. 

A desire to change my way of life has snuck into my heart. Ideas and exciting projects have formed and are constantly forming within my head. Having the opportunity to find ways and time to work on my ambitions has become a constant goal.

Not being home with my children 100% of the time doesn’t sound so bad. In fact, I am coming to believe that I will be a better mother if I can get away and do more for me. Focus on some of my dreams and passions.

Too often do women, and I believe more often mothers, put their own desires, needs and passions on hold. 

I understand finding the balance can be difficult. We, as mothers and women, need to learn how to reach out beyond ourselves and find the help we need. We cannot parent alone. We need to share the load with our partner or spouse, ask family for assistance, or find a suitable caregiver to give us the time we need. We need to learn to let go and realize the whole world will not crumble if we take some time away to do what we want to do. 

It is a constant battle for me to fight the mommy guilt. To let go and know everything will be ok without my presence. But I know it is something I need to do to feel happy. And I cannot neglect my own happiness. Of course I will continue to give everything to my children but I’m also making my dreams and passions a priority as well. I’m starting to open up the opportunities for myself to walk out my door, leave the guilt behind, know my children are in good hands, and rebuild myself into who I invision I can become.

 

I'm a big believer in opening up your raw emotions and feelings as a mother and woman for the world to see. We need more reality displayed online versus the picture-perfect moments. 

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Motherhood: you birth a baby and leave the hospital with mysterious mesh underwear, a squirt bottle and your entitlement to a lifetime of guilt. Well, at least it can seem that way these days…

Were the birthday party decorations and party favors Pinterest-worthy? Did you get to the basketball game early enough to get the best seat and did you make it to every game this season? And while you’re at it, are you being a powerful “Lean-In” role model for your daughter at work? And then there’s shaming from other parents and social media.

The “mommy guilt” epidemic? It’s a real thing!

These are questions our parents did not have to ask themselves. They had work, errands, friends and commitments to get on with and didn’t seem to feel guilty if we just came along for the ride. They didn’t see it as their job to constantly amuse or play with us. Let’s put it this way, they weren’t “extra” about everything. They didn’t feel guilty, so why do we, when our generation is objectively spending far more time with our children than our parents did?

Well, you shouldn’t. With all the parenting shame out there, it’s not a bad idea to keep a few tips handy, sort of an “In case of emergency, break glass” sheet to pull out if you feel unnecessary guilt creeping into your life.

Repeat after me: “Happy parents are good parents!”

This is a simple and yet, far too overlooked concept. Parenthood is hard. It’s a joy too, but it’s full of ups and downs and challenges. Parenthood shouldn’t be proving you’re a good parent by depriving yourself of joy just to please your child. As a parent, your fulfillment—at work, at home, with your partner, with your friends—contributes to you being able to be the best parent to your children.

Speaking of work, why should working parents feel guilty about providing for their family? Tip: Be proud that you’re putting the bread on the table and ignore those that say “working full-time must be super hard!” Your personal happiness literally translates into your being a better parent. Put your oxygen mask on first!

Hello, it’s 2019.

Don’t let yourself be judged by 1950s-era parenting standards. I could write forever about all the biases out there when it comes to images of being a good parent. Up above I said there’s a lot of parenting shame, but the fact is—there’s mostly a lot of MOM shaming. Still in this day and age, we live in a world of double standards where men and women are treated differently in the public arena. For example, my husband gets praised when people find out he’s the one who picks up the kids from school. But if you and your partner share responsibilities at home and at work, that’s actually doing your children a good deed—being good role models for them by not espousing double standards or reinforcing dated gender stereotypes.

Mommy and Daddy can share the load at home and at work and balance things to make sure it all works. Our children have seen Mom and Dad do stints as stay at home parents and have seen both of use take the lead in taking over the finances. My children don’t think only Mom should be home. In fact, when I started my own company, they told me I was “bad-*ss” (I wanted to frown at their language but couldn’t). Take that, parent-shamers.

Letting go is good for them.

I read an article recently about how much of a positive impact it can have on children when you attend every sports game—that’s right, every game. We all love cheering on our kids, whether it’s watching them score the winning goal or even pushing themselves in a sport that doesn’t come naturally. But it’s their sport and their journey and while a parent’s support is certainly important, it’s not everything. We can also sit out a game and should occasionally. Believe it or not, sometimes it’s even fun for kids to celebrate with the team afterwards without Mom tapping her watch and saying it’s time to go. And more importantly, it can also reinforce the idea that sports it’s about doing their best, for THEMSELVES. Sports shouldn’t be about making their parents proud or having the same high school baseball career that Dad did.

Giving your kids a little freedom reinforces that. Now, no one wants their ten year old sneaking off to New York City on the train alone. But as your kids get a little older, letting them manage things ON THEIR OWN like getting to practice or games on time, packing their own lunch, solving conflicts with friends, breeds independence and self sufficiency—which is exactly what you want. It doesn’t mean you’re not an involved parent. To the contrary it means you are raising strong, supported and independent people.

Don’t overthink it.

If you feel the guilt creeping in, ask yourself these questions—are they loved, happy, are their needs met? That’s really what it boils down to at the end of the day. If you can say yes to those questions you’re doing a good job.

Trust the research.

And if spending too much time at work is still on your mind, the data says that adult kids of working moms are happy and high achievers at work. So don’t worry about the naysayers!

There’s a lot of noise out there to distract parents today from perhaps the most important tip of all: listen to your gut. You know your children, their needs and your family better than anyone.

I’m an English girl, living in New York with my husband and two kids. Back in 2012, I co-founded Tinybeans, an all-in-one app for parents to easily capture and share their children’s lives through photo journaling, milestone tracking and printed keepsakes, in an organized and trusted space. Now the app has 3M users worldwide.

Former first daughter and current TODAY Show anchor Jenna Bush Hager recently interviewed Joanna Gaines on motherhood for Southern Living. The mother of five had plenty to say about parenting, mommy guilt and so much more.

When asked about how she handles the emotions that come with the territory, Gaines explained, “I’ve been through plenty of stages of guilt. It always creeps in. It paralyzes me. I don’t want to waste a second of emotion on something that doesn’t create any good. I think, ‘What can I do to show my kids that I love them?'”

And how does Gaines show her kids she loves them? She admits she connects with something as simple as a cup of cocoa—it doesn’t have to be a big deal.

Along with talking guilt, Bush Hager also asked Gaines about what being a mom means to her. Even though Gaines fully appreciates the benefits that come with her celeb life, she said, “Motherhood means everything to me. Everything else in my life can go away, but that’s my thing. That’s what wakes me up. It’s my heart—these kids.”

Gaines also told Bush Hager, “Everything I do, from the moment I get into my car to drive to work, I’m thinking, ‘Did I do everything I could to make those kids know that I love them?’ I’m a segmented person, but there is not a moment when they’re not in my mind. I never thought it would be like that.”

We totally get that! You can read the full interview with Joanna Gaines at Southern Living.

—Erica Loop

Featured photo: Chip Gaines via Instagram 

 

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With all that mommy guilt plenty of us feel over going to work, it’s pretty comforting that a new study has found that working moms have more successful daughters. Yep, that’s right. According to a study published last April, in the journal Work, Employment and Society, adult daughters of working mothers were higher earners and had better jobs than those with SAHMs.

The study looked at two different international surveys, including more than 100,000 men and women from 29 countries. After analyzing the data, the researchers found that as adults the daughters of the moms who worked in the group had several things in common, work-wise.

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The now-adult daughters tended to be more likely to have supervisory types of roles in their jobs, work a higher number of hours and have higher salaries. That is, in comparison to women who were raised by non-working moms. The effect was not seen for the sons in the group. Even though having a working mom didn’t seem to give boys a boost as adult employees, the researchers did find that there was a connection between moms who work and sons who are domestically…um, more comfortable?

So what exactly does having a working mama do for kids? While the researchers can’t say for sure, it looks like the internalization of social mores may have something to do with the effects. Seeing a woman work shows young children a different view of the mom stays at home/dad makes the money gender equation, possibly making girls more likely to go out and get what they want out of life.

At the same time, working moms don’t have the same amount of time to devote to domestic tasks. This may lead to an increased need for sons to take on what are typically seen as ‘caring’ roles. Boys may also see their dads splitting household tasks with their working moms, making them more likely to take on a domestic role later in life.

—Erica Loop

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The other night I woke in a panic, with that unmistakable feeling I’d forgotten something. My eyes darted around the dark, taking stock of familiar surroundings, while my mind raced to retrieve what it was that sent me reeling.

Then I remembered. You. The one who made me a mom, my first baby. You are going to be in 5th grade. Not today, or even next month, but next year. If this year’s any indication, it’ll be here in the blink of an eye.

We’d just visited Open House, admiring the fruits of your 4th-grade year, which you eagerly showed your dad, brother, and me; proudly touring us around your classroom. For some reason, this year, the one on the heels of the 5th year you’ll spend as an elementary school-er, caught me off guard.

While you showed off your hand-drawn map of California and glazed, clay Grizzly Bear, I realized we’re standing smack-dab in the middle of your childhood. You are over halfway to “adult” and equidistant between training wheels and a driver’s license.

I thought there was more time, to do more together, that I always meant to do.

Like, read you more books. I didn’t know the clock was counting down minutes to the exact one (somewhere between Where the Red Fern Grows and A Wrinkle In Time) when you declared yourself too old to be read to. No hard feelings, but could I pleeeaase just let you read…alone?!

Tonight underscored what I already knew—you’re a big kid. I felt nostalgic for our time used up, and regretful for the time I’d wasted making you “hold on a second” until seconds piled into months and years that I’ve spent doing a bunch of who-knows-what, instead of what I meant to do with you.

I sat in the dark, wanting to climb the stairs to your room, crawl into your bed, and wrap my arms around your now-up-to-my-chin body (obviously I didn’t because you love sleepandum…boundaries!) Instead, I fed my Judgy-Inadequate-Mom-Demons moments of us— the good stuff—to keep them quiet; and prevent me from nosediving into the deep end of the mommy-guilt pool I’d been circling.

I did impossible math in my head, adding up milestones and memories until they equaled 10 years old; validation I had actually poured into you as much as I had left out.

I saw you, tiny and pink, wrapped in blue, polka-dot muslin, asleep in my arms while we rocked in the worn, sage-green chair that is now in your brother’s room, but was then brand new, our safe haven for discovering nursing and the pitch-black stillness of 3AM together; when we were just beginning.

I saw your first, wobbly, barefoot, pudgy-toed steps toward me, in our old house with warm bamboo floors and sunlight streaming in, making your new-tooth smile look like a washed-out home movie.

I saw your boppity-bouncy toddler gait evolve into steady, even strides running alongside me through busy streets to catch trains that took us to museums, swimming lessons, and afternoon tea in rainstorms, where we discussed dragons and pirates, and you wondered all your what-ifs to me out loud.

I saw the first time I broke us, by yelling louder than I meant to; but then how we were fixed with hugs, and apologies, and Candyland.

I saw euphoria overtake your small body as the singsongy arrival of the ice cream truck sent you darting out the door, knowing I’d follow. Sitting in the sun, on the curb, creamy drips falling from sticks, we soaked in the sweet laziness of summertime, and made our own schedule — before school, homework, and baseball practice.

I saw us planting our first garden. To your delight, we actually grew a watermelon, which you named Jr., and checked on daily until you pronounced “him” full grown and planned a party in his honor, including balloons and cake, because you were a kid who believed in everything (even garden fruit) with your whole self.

I saw us at the cafe we’ve frequented since you were a tiny lump, and I, an exhausted new mom in search of caffeine and signs of adult existence. Look at us now; me with a cappuccino and you across from me with tea (instead of strapped into a stroller with a sippy-cup). We discussed your science project and the political climate in our country—because you’re big now. We played hangman and tic-tac-toe, and ordered chocolate crepes with whipped cream—because you are little, too.

I saw us passing through time, until at last we caught up, and I found what I needed.

Closure.

You’re not the extension of me you once were, needing me always, my hand to hold, my arms to hug, my lap to snuggle into for bedtime stories.

But you still need me, and I still see us, even if we’re changing.

Like when we watched “Toy Story 3” “for your brother” but he lost interest somewhere around the opening credits. You stayed, sinking into me on the couch, while we laughed at Buzz Lightyear’s “Spanish Mode” and exchanged knowing glances when Andy gave away his childhood toys.

You do actually let me read to you…sometimes…if you’re tired, and the plot is darker than you’d care to read alone; though you’d never admit it.

And while we’re both reading, or writing, it’s not long before I look up and realize you’ve quietly settled nearby; reassurance I’m still a moon in your orbit.

We’ve outgrown this side of childhood. But thanks to insomnia and mommy-guilt, I’ve gathered up memories for safekeeping, and made a time capsule of us. You may be over halfway to adult, but we’re just beginning to discover who you’re becoming as you grow up, as we grow up together, like we’ve been doing all this time.

For more of my musings, find me at writewhereiam.

This post originally appeared on HuffPost.

Jacque Gorelick is the mother of two boys. When she is not overrun with children and to-do lists, she can be found consuming large amounts of caffeine or hiding from her kids, writing. Her work can be found on HuffPost, Popsugar, Mamalode, Scary Mommy, and on her blog writewhereiam.com.

In the Trenches

“The struggle is real” they say when we share our struggles of motherhood. It doesn’t matter whether I’m talking about my struggles in the classroom, at home as a mother with three young children including a baby, or the balance of the two combined the struggle to get up and do it and make it through some days is real. Only those in the trenches know that feeling of being constantly knocked down, struggling back to your feet, to only be knocked back down again, but up you go over and over. Because we are the frontline.  As mothers we are leading and molding the way to the future of tomorrow and beyond.

As women we don’t only fight the war within ourselves with mommy guilt, gender expectations, and a boss’s demands but a society that for centuries has wanted to label us as weak and incapable yet here we are in the trenches day in and day out on the front lines waging a war for a better tomorrow for all of society. But some days we feel unheard, undervalued, and dismissed like our contributions, our struggles, our voice doesn’t matter.

We carry that badge of mother with honor, but let me tell you there are days we are tired, we are weary, we are unsure how we can even make it through another, but we are willing servants. Even when the demands are more than we have to give at times, and we are unsure who to serve first to all those that need something from us we continue to give until at times we lose ourselves for a moment.

To be here in the trenches of motherhood is a battle only those that are here can truly understand.  The struggle here in the trenches of motherhood is very real. All too often at the end of our days we lose sight for a moment, we question who we are, what we’re doing, if we’re doing the right or wrong things, where we’re headed. At some point in our journey we all painfully seek a sense of balance and peace.

But we will hold the line. Even on our most weary days we will continue on, we will give our best even when it doesn’t feel like enough, but in the end we’ll look back and know we fought the good fight.

I am a teacher, wife, and mom to two daughters and a newborn son, as well as a pet mom to a dog and a cat.

Happy Mother’s Day, new mamas! Now that Baby is here, you’re probably excited to revel in this special day, and while it’s a great day for moms with kids of all ages, we happen to know for certain that this first Mother’s Day is the very best. You might be covered in spit up and haven’t gotten a full night’s sleep in 9 months, but your first Mother’s Day is one you will cherish. Don’t believe us? We’ll prove it to you.

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1. Sleep in.
Listen carefully, first time mommies: try as you might, you will not be able to sleep in on Mother’s Day (or any other day, really) for at least 10 more years. Next year, your toddler will be scurrying through the house, and no one can sleep through that. For years after, your little one will be too excited to celebrate your day that they will end up waking you up early. This year, this sacred first year, your partner just needs a bottle to keep your little one quiet for a few more hours so you can catch some shut eye. Enjoy it and sleep a few extra minutes for the rest of us.

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2. Mimosas and brunch.
A few years from now, your preschooler will love making you breakfast in bed. You will love it too – it’s sweet, thoughtful and a rite of passage for mommies and kiddos. But the bacon will be crunchy, the eggs will be runny, the cereal will be full to spilling, and the yogurt will be in a tube. Your first Mother’s Day is the perfect chance to indulge in brunch cooked by someone else and mimosas that won’t get spilled on your nightstand.

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3. Welcome to the club.
The best part of your first Mother’s Day is that you are finally a part of the Mama Club. You spend your afternoon wishing your friends Happy Mother’s Day on Facebook and you finally understand why your parenting pals cry at those darn mom-centered commercials. Welcome to the club, Mom.

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4. Baby snuggles.
No matter if you are a newborn lover or if you are excited to get past the crawling stage, your first Mother’s Day is full of guaranteed baby snuggles. In coming years, your lap will miss having a baby on it. Your preschooler might be affectionate, but he doesn’t fall asleep in your arms anymore. And let’s face it, your teenager won’t smell nearly as good as the baby you rock right now. Breathe it in this year, Mama.

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5. You are the star of the show.
Everyone is extra nice to you on your first Mother’s Day. The waitresses at the restaurant smile bigger, your husband is still in awe of your strength during labor. You, dear Mother, are the belle of the ball. Choose the restaurant, pick the traditions that will carry your family through this day for the next twenty years. You deserve it, after all. You grew a tiny human inside your body and pushed him right out. Everyone who encounters you should give you spirit fingers and high kicks. Live it up and soak it in.

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6. Gifts without popsicle sticks.
Don’t get us wrong – your upcoming Mother’s Day will be full of the most sentimental and sweet gifts, think homemade cards with kindergarten handwriting. But it can be – ahem – difficult to find special places in your home to properly display these popsicle stick and pompon creations. Your first Mother’s Day will feature sentimental gifts that you dropped hints about to your husband. A necklace, a print to hang on your gallery wall, a gift certificate for a much needed pedicure and Target run. These, dear Mama, are gifts won’t cause you a major bout of Mommy guilt when you tuck them in your bottom drawer.

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7. Your mom becomes more important.
Having a child brings your relationship with your own mother into focus a bit more. Whether you have an awesome mom or a bad one, you will find yourself thinking about her even more on your first Mother’s Day. Did she struggle, like you, when she decided to move you out of the bassinet and into the crib? Did she cry, like you, when your baby grew out of 6 month clothes? Did she, like you, tell her husband she was taking a shower but really sneak a roll of cookie dough into the bathroom to eat in peace? Call your mom and celebrate with her.

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8. Project Runway.
On Mother’s Day, you have free reign to dress your baby exactly the way you want to. Put her in the biggest hair bow you can find, even if she doesn’t have any hair at all, and even if your husband hates it. Put him in a collared shirt and a pair of overalls that are super cute but super unrealistic during diaper changes. Heck, you can even pick out an outfit to coordinate with your baby. We are pretty sure that your husband will wear whatever you tell him to as well. Stretch your fashion imagination because next year your toddler will say that the collared shirt is scratchy and your preschooler will insist on wearing her Tinkerbell costume for the third week straight.

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9. Keep it low key.
Does all of this Mother’s Day planning give you hives? Or does your relationship with your own family keep you from feeling like you want to celebrate with them? Your first Mother’s Day gives you the perfect excuse to play it low key and skip out on the big hoopla – you have a baby scapegoat if you need it. Spend your day snuggling your little one and catching up on The Walking Dead instead of hitting up your in-law’s house for dinner. If they insist that you come, blame your absence on your wee one’s schedule. You can’t use that excuse for too much longer, as eventually they start talking – and tattling.

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10. The best is yet to come.
Being a mommy is amazing and it only gets better as you continue to get to know your baby. You’ll love watching your toddler conquer his fears of the playground slide and your preschooler gain confidence when he takes a swimming class all by himself. You will be proud when you watch your second grader be kind to a classmate and feel old when your teenager uses a term that you have to Google. But this year, your first Mother’s Day, you get to dream about what that relationship will be like, what your baby will grow up to be. It’s a sweet and optimistic place to be.

So Happy Mother’s Day to you, new mama. We hope you enjoy your day, whether it is full of quiche and mimosas or cookie dough and catching up with your DVR.

Tell us about your perfect Mother’s Day in a Comment.

–Haley Burress