I recently read an article by a childless lady who made note of the change in how parenting is presented today as opposed to back around the 1950s. Then, parenting, specifically mothering, was done in dresses and pearls, with hair and makeup to boot, and an ever-present smile. The children were just as pristine, not to mention, well-behaved. In addition, all the housework was done, the social calendar was filled, and every moment was a blessed bit of joy sprinkled down from heaven.
And then the Internet explosion happened, and shit got real. Fast. Continue reading
You’ve probably read it. That blog post everyone is sharing about how being a mom, a lady in the everyday trenches with her babes, is more than enough for you, me, her, all of us. Now, although I get the heart of the message is to give yourself a break, a pat on the back, and a friend in the field, it’s all a pipe dream. Being a mom is enough? Nope, unfortunately, it’s not enough for you, me, her, all of us. 
While everyone is making lists of resolutions and preparing their excuses for why they didn’t follow through with trying to better themselves, I’m reminded of a time when our family made some big changes that had nothing to do with a new year but did result in a happier, healthier Lady. Buckle up, folks. Here’s the tale of my bumpy ride with postpartum depression.