I’ve developed a pretty thick skin since I started this blog. I had to, otherwise I’d probably be curled up in the fetal position every night crying, “Why does everybody hate me? I’m a good mom, I swear.”
Sometimes my opinion isn’t popular, and your comments let me know it. That’s OK. And sometimes you let me know that you think I’m a psycho that should never have been allowed to reproduce. And that’s OK, too.
It’s OK because the whole purpose of this blog was to host REAL discussions about motherhood – the good, the bad the ugly. And if we’re going to get real and throw politically correct mumbo-jumbo out the window, then we won’t always agree.
The greatest disservice we can do for mothers is to sweep tough issues under the rug and not be honest about the struggles we go through while raising children. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve comforted friends who are on the edge of a breakdown and are relieved to hear that my husband and I fight, or that sometimes I wonder if I was ready to have a baby or that I battled post-baby depression.
Who does it help to pretend motherhood is all sunshine and butterfly kisses and scrapbooking?
So while my opinions may not please everyone, I won’t censor the truth of my mommy experience. I can’t do that because I know there are moms out there who breathe a sigh of relief and say, “Finally, I thought I was the only one.”
Do you think women try to paint overly rosy pictures of motherhood? Does it help you when other women admit their faults and obstacles?