Yesterday I was texting with Nonie about life and she typed, “So many posts on fear lately. Are you sure you’re okay.” Oops. I guess I had been on a run of the fear posts, eh?
Now immediately before starting this blog, I was perusing other WordPress blogs and I came across another blog from a mother that was ragging on how depressing and soul sucking the act of parenting is/was….in every post. The name of the blog even made me shrink down and cry. I don’t want to be that parent, nor do I think that I am. I want to be honest about the spectrum of parenting- it just so happens that it was much easier to access the darker shades of being mommy lately.
Soon after my son was born my midwife said, “The difference between women who have Post-Partum Depression and those who don’t is support.” Hmmm. And I can take a step back from the recent challenging run of parenting and count my blessings that I have parents on both sides that are supportive, friends who delight me, and neighbors who are engaged and invested in my family’s daily life.
I can be fearful, reflective, and mope-ish because I have a social net that will catch me if I start to fall into the depths of despair.