This Mother’s Day, I’d like to say thank you to a group of moms who’ve meant a great deal to me this year: the mothers in my postpartum support group. (For newer readers, you can read about my family’s struggle with postpartum depression here and here.)
Mothers who showed me that I wasn’t alone.
Mothers who promised me, when I first showed up, exhausted and miserable and feeling like I’d made a terrible mistake with my life, that it gets better.
Mothers whose words meant something because they’d lived through it and made it to the other side.
Mothers who encouraged me to make the phone calls I needed to make to see mental health professionals.
Mothers who breastfeed, and mothers who don’t. Mothers who’ve also made the decision, after careful discussions with their doctors and pharmacists, to take antidepressants and continue nursing.
Mothers who gave me the last little push to start blogging after years of thinking about it, and who didn’t laugh as my enthusiasm grew.
Mothers who have been through so much more heartache than I can possibly imagine, and yet still listen to my tearful career angst with support and compassion.
Mothers with fantastic jobs and mothers who stay home; mothers of many children and mothers of just one.
Mothers who don’t judge.
Happy Mother’s Day.