This is so beautiful and expressive and I could feel so much resonance in certain parts... lost in early motherhood... gosh I have felt it all. The loneliness... my Mother lives in another country too... and the rage. It swept me off my feet in my first Matrescence... I thought I was the only one and then I realised it was this fire inside of me that had been lit and needed to find an channel and outlet. This time with my second... the rage has still come but I’ve been so much more understanding of it.
Thank you for this expressive and captivating share of just a snippet of that tender time. It felt an honour to read. X
Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughtful words that lifted my spirits, Lauren. The postpartum depression I expected, but the rage completely caught me by surprise. I too found myself in need of an outlet more than ever before. I've been thinking so much of our mothers during this first year and a half of motherhood, and trying to fathom how they survived without access to the resources and self-care that we are privy to. Which country does your mother reside, if I may ask? Sending you lots of love in your second season.
My Mother is in France and we are in the UK... not the furthest away but certainly not close enough to pop in whenever needed!!!
I wonder if there was less pressure somehow in past generations... no social media, more simplicity? And maybe even a bit more of the old fashioned community feel because people were way more in person... but I don’t know. I think it would have sparked similar feelings but maybe not so many safe spaces to park them. I have spent a long time pondering the generations before me and how their mothering looked. Xxx
This is beautifully written, Summer. You have so eloquently braided together nature, catastrophe, love, anger, motherhood, expectations. Those are hard mothering years under the best circumstances. I can only imagine your experience in such strange and difficult circumstances because you've written so evocatively. Thank you for sharing!
This is so beautiful and expressive and I could feel so much resonance in certain parts... lost in early motherhood... gosh I have felt it all. The loneliness... my Mother lives in another country too... and the rage. It swept me off my feet in my first Matrescence... I thought I was the only one and then I realised it was this fire inside of me that had been lit and needed to find an channel and outlet. This time with my second... the rage has still come but I’ve been so much more understanding of it.
Thank you for this expressive and captivating share of just a snippet of that tender time. It felt an honour to read. X
Thank you so much for reading and for your thoughtful words that lifted my spirits, Lauren. The postpartum depression I expected, but the rage completely caught me by surprise. I too found myself in need of an outlet more than ever before. I've been thinking so much of our mothers during this first year and a half of motherhood, and trying to fathom how they survived without access to the resources and self-care that we are privy to. Which country does your mother reside, if I may ask? Sending you lots of love in your second season.
My Mother is in France and we are in the UK... not the furthest away but certainly not close enough to pop in whenever needed!!!
I wonder if there was less pressure somehow in past generations... no social media, more simplicity? And maybe even a bit more of the old fashioned community feel because people were way more in person... but I don’t know. I think it would have sparked similar feelings but maybe not so many safe spaces to park them. I have spent a long time pondering the generations before me and how their mothering looked. Xxx
This is beautifully written, Summer. You have so eloquently braided together nature, catastrophe, love, anger, motherhood, expectations. Those are hard mothering years under the best circumstances. I can only imagine your experience in such strange and difficult circumstances because you've written so evocatively. Thank you for sharing!
Thank you so very much for reading and for sharing your beautiful words of empathy and encouragement, Autumn!