One Bad Mother Tougher
I finally did it! I've been wanting to start this blog for a while now. It's been a long time coming, but here I am.
Here's the thing, I'm frustrated and annoyed that society makes us feel as if we have to be ashamed of our bodies. Why can't we talk openly and honestly? It's natural. Boobs leak, sometimes (while pregnant) you pee on yourself, and for some of us, that doesn't go away after the baby is born. More than likely, you're going to poop on the table. Again, this is all natural! Fortunately for me, my mother was very vocal about all of this so I knew what to expect, for the most part. And I wasn't too embarrassed to ask questions. Unfortunately, there are a lot of women who don't have this luxury.
My best friend, for example, can't talk to her mother about things like puberty, sex or anything related. So, when she got pregnant in 2014, I felt it was my duty as her friend to open the flood gates, so to speak. Later on, I kept hearing women say, "I wish I would've known" or "no one ever tells you this or talks about that." Once again I felt compelled to share.
And it's not just about our bodies. No one ever tells you JUST how hard parenting can be. How stressful it can be. Draining. Frustrating. OVERWHELMING.
No one keeps it all together. No one's got it all figured out. No one is completely in control 100 percent of the time.
But, thanks to social media, we can pretend everything is ok. Slap a filter on it and make it all better.
I like to call it the "Sleeping-Baby Post Syndrome." No one ever posts pictures of their crying --or
should I say SCREAMING-- baby. It's always a picture of the baby sleeping or smiling or playing. Maybe a few messy, spaghetti dinner posts, but nothing too daunting. Ooooh, don't want to scare off the new or expecting moms! **rolls eyes**
It's all part of the beautiful journey. Yet, some things are on the closed-for-construction route."Detour. Detour. Oh, nothing to see here!"
We need to embrace it.
And that's what I intend to do with this blog. This is a safe haven. I will be open and honest about my experiences as a mother. I invite you to share your stories with me as well.
We've all been there. Let's compare battle wounds and war stories.
After all, if what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, then you are one bad mother tougher!
Maybe this is my calling: to assist in normalizing womanhood, pregnancy, labor, delivery, and motherhood one blog post at a time!
So, here's my backstory:
I'm a 30-year-old mother tougher of three, a radio and tv personality. Recently, May 2016, I graduated from college, and people were constantly asking, "How do you do it?" Juggling school full time with two part-time jobs and three kids was not easy. Not to mention, I was extremely active on campus while in school. I joined a sorority, established the first broadcast journalism organization on campus, performed in a play and The Vagina Monologues every semester-- and even served on the executive board-- hosted a radio show at the campus station, and even carried two pregnancies while pursuing my degree.
That makes me one bad mother tougher!
But I can't take all of the credit. I owe it all to my boyfriend and mother. Without their support and sacrifice, I literally wouldn't have been able to do it.
And it wasn't easy. But you'll read all about it soon enough! ;)