Battle Scarred - My Mommitment Story

So far today has been pretty good.

The sound of my son giggling through the monitor woke me. A good mother would have been up before him and ready to greet the day when he opened his eyes. A real mother would have already taught him how to say Mama. Why doesn't he ever call for me? 

I set his milk to warm and then set the coffee maker up and turned it on, got him up and changed and we went into the living room to snuggle and have his morning bottle. A real mother would have been prepared the night before. The Montessori book said that he should be pulling off his diaper by now. Am I not giving him enough freedom to learn? Should he still be drinking from a bottle at 19months? Why am I so selfishly holding him back? He should still be breast feeding, he should still be breast feeding. FAILURE!

He had apple zucchini muffins for breakfast in his high chair. Which, of course, he didn't eat. Because you're a terrible cook. He isn't eating enough vegetables. He should still be breast feeding, he should still be breast feeding. FAILURE!

He played at my feet and around the house while I answered work emails, checked our calendar and made the grocery list for the day. You are missing quality time with your child. Why isn't he your primary focus? He should still be breast feeding, he should still be breast feeding. FAILURE!What makes you think you can handle another baby?!?!?

His father came out to play for a little while before heading off to work. Do you really think you can keep him looking like THIS every morning. NO, you do not get to be jealous that he gets to leave and go to an office and talk to adults all day. NO, you do not get to be relieved that you don't have to get up and shower and put on makeup and look like a professional and go to an office all day. He should still be breast feeding, he should still be breast feeding. FAILURE!

I finished up the grocery list, got his socks, shoes and jacket on and threw a long coat over my leggings/t-shirt combo.  I may look like shit, but my child is always clean, fed and perfectly dressed. My mother never left the house looking like this. Is this the type of woman I want to model to my son? He should still be breast feeding, he should still be breast feeding. FAILURE!

When we got to the store there was a mother coming out with her daughter. We passed each other, smiled and nodded. The babies waved at each other - SO EXCITED to see another little person. In a moment I knew that she had showered and dressed that morning, she wasn't on any medication to make her able to get through her day, she was a contributing, functioning adult. Her daughter loved her, was happy to see her and happy to be with her. SHE was obviously breastfeeding. You just KNOW. This mother was better than me in pretty much every measurable way.

Some of the voices that live in my head come from my five year old self, dreaming about what it would be like to be a mommy. Some of them come from my pregnant self, reading books and articles, talking to the little alien swimming around inside me. Some of them come from the Depression and Anxiety that I have been battling since his birth. Some of them come from my family - those hurt the most.

Some of them come from the mom I met about a year ago who felt she had to 'call me out' because 'I could never do that to my child'. She thought I was formula feeding. I was actually feeding me him breast milk from a bottle at the time, but we were formula feeding as well. That woman has never, ever left my head.

Some of them are from the comments section of way too many blogs and articles because I still haven't learned to NEVER READ THE COMMENTS.

Some of them come from comments left on my own blog or as a reaction to something I posted on another blog. Anonymous lives in my head too. She is perfect and she hates me.

I've been called a horrible mother by strangers. And idiot, a crybaby, weak willed, stupid, drug dependent, a self absorbed diva and most recently, a racist. As much as you may try to shake them off, the words stick. They return during your vulnerable moments. Or, if you're like me, they run in an endless background loop in your head. Sometimes they are barely murmurs and sometimes they shout so loud you cannot hear anything else, you cannot believe that you are in any way worthy of this child, this man, this life.

My Mommitment is this: I will assume good intent. When judging thoughts enter my head about another parent (grandparent, guardian or caretaker) I will repeat, over and overand over, "You don't know them". 

I will do my best to never be the negative voice in another mother's head.

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Graeme Seabrook