Motherhood came at me like a giant wall of loneliness.
I felt isolated, afraid and like so many of my feelings needed to stay locked inside of me. They seemed far too negative for what was supposed to be a joyous occasion. I closed myself off and shut down.
But then, in my loneliness I found some other mothers.
As I spent time with these women, as we pushed past the pleasantries and into the real, I began to open back up. They fundamentally changed parenthood for me. The hard stuff became funny. The reality was not impossible. Nothing was wrong with me—parenthood was just hard and comes fully loaded with both love and buyer’s remorse.
Those women and their stories are the reason Mamalode exists. I wanted everyone to have the opportunity to be a part of a group of friends like mine—where the stories just might save us. Where truth and tears and laughter bind us together so we know we are not alone.
Love to all of you,