Dear New Mom,
You’re doing great. Really. I know you don’t believe me, but I wish you would. I know how you feel. Stressed. Overwhelmed. Tired. So tired. Painfully tired. I’m talking, crying alongside your baby at 2 a.m. because you just need sleep. You’ll get it; I promise.
Please don’t feel guilty. For any of the things you beat yourself up about. Going back to work when you didn’t want to. Not going back to work when you secretly wanted to. Going back to work and wanting to be there.
I know you’ve convinced yourself that you’re just not doing enough for your child. You are. You will always feel that you don’t play or cuddle with your baby enough. The truth is, if you played and cuddled with your child as much as you actually want to, you’d leave the world of motherhood behind and venture into smotherhood territory. And trust me, your kid doesn’t want that.
So you don’t prepare his meals from scratch using only organic fruits and veggies you grew in your backyard. Maybe you forgot about that last diaper change and now her butt is tomato red. Stop feeling like a failure and instead applaud yourself for feeding the economy and keeping diaper rash cream companies in business.
Your kid doesn’t get a bath every single day. Sheesh, you’re probably only averaging one a week yourself (if you’re lucky). And, whoops, you really need to get better about teaching your toddler to brush his teeth.
Sometimes you have no patience. At all. Not even a smidgen. And sometimes you slink into the bathroom without a word because you need to regroup if you’re to keep your sanity.
Maybe you couldn’t breastfeed like you wanted to. Maybe you did breastfeed, but did a happy dance (with a celebratory margarita) when you finally stopped nursing. Maybe you chose to formula feed and let others shame you into doubting yourself. Stop it. Please. You’re amazing. Everything you do is with your family’s best interest in mind. They know that. Do you?
You will never measure up to the idea of what you think you should be. You’re not June Cleaver; you’re you. You’re Mom. And to those who really matter, that’s the best super hero of all.