I am currently working on book project about expectations vs. reality in motherhood, inspired by my own rough transition to motherhood.
What is this book exactly? Not just a self-help book, or a memoir, or a comprehensive study of motherhood as it exists in the 21st century. Perhaps it is a little of all of those and a chance for women to find themselves in the stories of other mothers and begin on the journey to embracing their own motherhood journeys. To break what is expected of us and what we expect of it, the motherhood experience itself.
The isolation of motherhood goes beyond the initial days of being sequestered with a tiny human away from the world. It is fed by fear and silence for many months and years after birth.
In the beginning days of this project I shared a survey about the transition to motherhood in as many places online as I could think of with the hope that other moms would share and pass on as well. And they did. As the responses began to pour in, I was excited, but so, so sad at the stories that were being shared. And also surprised at how many of those who responded wanted to talk further about their motherhood stories. It really shouldn’t have surprised me, however. Isn’t that what we all want, as humans, and definitely as moms, to be heard and seen?