Preface: Last week, May 1-7, was Mental Health Awareness Week. Though it’s a few days past, I thought it was time to speak about where I am mentally and emotionally before I celebrate my very first Mother’s Day.
When my husband tells me “you’re the best mommy ever”, I tend to not look him in the eye. It’s not out of modesty or trying to be humble; it’s because I don’t believe him, and I feel undeserving of that title. I’m still trying to figure out what it means to be a mom, and these months have been full of navigating who I am now while also caring for my little one. Some days, I don’t feel like myself. Though I am not diagnosed by a doctor, the postpartum life hasn’t been the easiest and I hope to speak more on it soon.
With Mother’s Day coming up, it’s all about celebrating moms. It is a blessing and quite surreal to me that I’m celebrating my first Mother’s Day, that I have a beautiful son who might not be able to call me mama yet, but who looks at me like I’m his whole world. We spend that one glorious day talking about how amazing moms are, but I think we sometimes edge away from speaking about the difficulties and the pressures that come with motherhood.