The Hardest Thing

It’s now been seven days since I started this blog and tonight I celebrated by sending the link to several good friends. Some of them – who are moms now too – knew me pre-baby and some of them are very special mom friends whose kids are C’s friends. But none of them knew the depth to which I struggled with postpartum depression. I don’t doubt with even one ounce of my being that they’ll be supportive, but it still took me two days to work up the nerve to tell them about this blog.

I’ve had a few responses already, and I’m feeling showered with love and support. They’re all beautiful women, and they’ve been beautiful in their response to my story.

One of the things that has helped me so, so much – that I heard again tonight – is that other women think being a mom is the hardest thing they’ve ever done. SO true.

Being a mom is HARD. It’s hard whether we have one kid, or two, or five. It’s hard whether we’re partnered or single. It’s hard whether we’re struggling with postpartum depression or not. It’s just hard. I think we’d all do well to remember that and to cut ourselves, and each other, some slack.