This woman uploaded a breastfeeding photo. Then all hell broke loose. Here’s what she wants to say about it.
You think you know what motherhood is, but you have no idea until you are in the trenches and it is too late to turn back. It consumes you with love, frustration, tears, hugs and kisses, messes, hours of cooking and cleaning, and lots of bodily fluids. To put it bluntly, motherhood ain’t pretty, but we are all doing our best to make it through each day.
The reality is that we all do things behind closed doors that we don’t openly admit to because we fear being judged. We lose our tempers, stuff our faces with crap, wear clothes covered in yesterday’s messes and let our kids skip baths because we are just too tired to deal with it. But really, mums don’t need help with the judging – because we do it to ourselves far too much.
We set impossibly high standards and then lie in bed at night beating ourselves up over all the things we didn’t get right. If that’s not enough, we join online mummy communities in search of support and end up being bombarded with mummy wars and tons of negatives opinions about our parenting choices. Stay-at-home mums are lazy but working mums are neglectful; let your kid cry it out and you damage their brain, but hold them and you create unhealthy attachments; how dare you breastfeed in public but tsk, tsk if you feed your child poison-filled formula.
There is a constant debate about parenting choices, and everyone knows that breastfeeding — especially where you breastfeed — is one of the hot button issues. Who knew breastfeeding on the toilet, taking a picture of it and posting it to share with my measly 422 followers on Instagram and 992 Facebook friends would send the Internet into a frenzy?
And oh, the judgments about me as a mother… Ouch! Dealing with motherhood with acceptance and a sense of humor has often been my saving grace, and I thought this picture captured that perfectly. I didn’t post it to make a huge statement about motherhood. I posted it to share my truth as a mum and help my mum friends feel comfortable with their truth.
Come on, people, really?!?! So I overshared a little — I guess people don’t like to taint that perfect image of motherhood. Well, I’ve got a few more truths to cop to…
1. I don’t mind washing laundry, but folding… well, that’s another story. I will leave clothes in the laundry basket or crib for weeks on end and just rummage through them to find what I need. Recently, it got to the point that my husband didn’t have a single pair of white socks in his drawer and he had no clue why. Turns out they were buried… OK, OK, I buried them in a laundry basket behind a chair in our room and they had been there for months… No really, like two months.