Note: I support breastfeeding toddlers and the practices of Attachment Parenting. These are both things I have chosen for my own family, and my opinions about the practices themselves have nothing to do with how I feel about this article.
Last week, we mamas worked hard. Some of us shared our body with a baby growing inside. Others waited anxiously for paperwork or court decisions so that we could bring a baby into a loving home. Some of us grieved over lost children or children we couldn’t conceive. We cried, laughed, wiped noses, and dug deep to find the courage we needed.
We wrestled with the big questions, like what it means to care for a small, dependent human and still have our own needs met. We wondered if we were making the right choices, striking the right balance between work and home life.
We bottle fed, we breastfed, we fed with spoons, we fed with Supplemental Nursing Systems. We nursed babies, we nursed toddlers, and sometimes both. We bottle fed because we needed to or because we chose to. At the end of the day, we all prayed it would be enough. We hoped that somehow our best efforts and shortcomings would somehow add up to meet the needs of the precious souls we’ve been entrusted with. We also prayed that we could hold onto our own selves in the process.
And then we woke up to this. Someone had found a way to make money off of our biggest question. They also found a way to pit us against each other using the most divisive tools: labeling and categorizing.
This cuts deep for me. Maybe it’s because I’m tired of the media exploiting what I think is one of the most vulnerable positions in our culture: motherhood. (By the way, my friend Beth wrote a beautiful post here about the mommy wars and the deep pain of feeling judged for our parenting decisions). Maybe it’s because I can picture the faces of the sweet, expectant parents in childbirth class and how badly I want them to be able to enter into parenting hearing their own strong voice, and not being plagued with self doubt.
I suspect that it might also have something to do with my own journey as a mother, and what it has meant for me to wrestle with the very same question that was posed on the cover of the magazine. I know what it means to stare that question in the face and let it take your to a dark place and back again. I’ll write that story another time, or maybe I should say that it is currently being written as I am still in the middle of it.
For now I’ll say that being a mother has brought deeper gifts into my life than I ever thought possible, but not in the ways I had anticipated. What has surprised me, what has knocked me off my feet is realizing that the real gift of motherhood has been found in the middle of struggle, not in finding a way to get things right. I’ve had to take a deep look at what I believe about unconditional love and acceptance and if I can apply it to myself as well as my son. I’ve had to redefine what it means to me to be a good mom and face the realization that nobody wins if one of us is run down. My story as a mama has been about struggle, therapy, vulnerability, and coming home to myself when I didn’t even know how lost I was.
If, like me, you’ve looked in the mirror and found that you are a tired, flawed version of the shiny mom you hoped you would be, please know this: you are still enough for your kids! You are still enough for yourself! If you feel like you’re falling and looking for a soft place to land, that’s ok! If you’re struggling, welcome to the club! You might just find that the beautiful parts of life and parenting are in the middle of the fall or waiting for you at the bottom.
Inside you have everything you need. You have the resources to create the life that you want for you and for your kids. If you need some help uncovering them, that’s ok! If you’ve lost sight of who you are, don’t worry! You haven’t gone so far that you can’t be found. The space to breath and to love yourself might be closer than you think.
And in answer to Time Magazine’s question, “Are you mom enough?” Yes I am! Yes you are! Yes we are! We are flawed, we are learning, but we are doing our best with what we have been given. Our children see that and they thrive. Not because we are perfect, but because we are real.
On Mother’s Day today, I wish you peace as you find your own answers. Maybe together as moms and people who care about moms, we can redefine what it means to be “enough” for the people that we love and for ourselves.






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