When I get into a book it takes over my whole routine. I stop doing, being, and talking and put my whole self into the book. The characters become my friends, I love their challenges and their triumphs, I cheer for them, and I cry with them.
And when it’s over there’s a hole and wonder if I’ll ever be able to read another book.
But I do, I always do.
Most recently I threw myself into a book that I was afraid to read. I stared at this book, that arrived in the mail shortly after Christmas, and willed myself to open the cover.
The Good Mother Myth, a book about the pressures we as mothers put on ourselves to live up to the perfect mother standard and how imperfect and beautiful we all are with our unique set of circumstances.
I badly wanted to read this book but was petrified it would send me spiraling into memories if PPD.
I wasn’t a perfect mother and I struggled through the first two years of my daughters life, would this book make me feel worse?
Far from it.
This book held essays from women from all sorts of situations who might have been judged as mothers but are all wonderful parents. Single mothers, mothers struggling with PPD, same sex parents, mothers dealing with stress and hard choices.
Because we are all trying our best and doing what we can to give our children the best life.
Without judgement this book takes the reader through the lives of women and their lives as mothers touching your soul with every story.
To say it has stuck with me is an understatement.
As a mother who struggles regularly with the question of whether I’m doing a good enough job, it’s comforting to know there are women out there going through the same things that I am, feeling the same feelings, and facing the same challenges.
This book was a relief to read.
To quote the forward from Christy Turlington Burns, “Together our stories weave a fabric of motherhood that is textured and intricate and sometimes even flawed, but in its entirety, is also beautiful and more powerful than most of us realize.”
We are all human, we do our best.
Come together as mothers.
Uplift each other.
And celebrate motherhood, even in it’s worst moments.