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To my fellow mothers of young children
Joy Madsen and her family reside in San Diego, where she is a homemaker, mother to three soon to be four children, runner, and baker of delicious treats. - photo by Joy Madsen
Ive talked to three different moms today all in three different stages of motherhood and each of those conversations have been ones of empathy. Twice Ive said I understand, Ive been there, it will get easier, and once Ive said I understand, and I hope it will get better for both of us.

The fact is motherhood is hard. It is SO hard. Its easily the hardest thing I have ever done. And lately Ive looked around at all the people my age and younger expecting their first children with idyllic hope and blissful excitement and Ive felt a jaded sense of you have no idea whats coming your way, friend.

But I was that same blissfully naive young girl less than six years ago. My oldest daughter was due on Christmas Day and I had these idyllic visions of rocking my sweet newborn in the soft glow of the Christmas lights. I had no idea what was coming my way. I had no idea that she wouldnt nurse, that I would literally hurt everywhere, or that her erratic sleep schedule would have me feeling literally afraid to fall asleep that exhaustion would take over so completely that I would sob because we have to keep her for 18 years!

I remember a neighbor coming by and casually telling me that it was OK if I didnt shower for the first couple of weeks, and I thought, bless her! and cried at the tiny moment of camaraderie I had found in my new, helpless state. I remember feeling completely unprepared, feeling scared and feeling lonely after shifting from a full-time work and school schedule to a full-time mom schedule. I remember thinking I must not be cut out to be a mother as my baby cried and I cried and I had no idea what to do and wished I could just put her back in my belly.

One morning between the Christmas and New Year holidays after my oldest was born, my in-laws were staying with us, and after a particularly difficult failed attempt at nursing I walked down the stairs crying and handed my daughter to my mother-in-law. I had never seen my mother-in-law show excessive emotion, and surely she, the mother of seven children and the ideal homemaker, would pass at least fleeting judgment as I momentarily quit to let myself cry. But instead of finding judgment in my mother-in-laws gaze that morning I was met with tears as she lovingly cradled my baby and said quietly, its so hard.

That simple statement was worth more than 1,000 words as I found empathy and love and understanding that momentarily melted all of my fears that I was failing and replaced them with a bond that I now shared with millions of women who had done the same things before me.

In the following weeks I struggled with postpartum depression and kept it largely to myself, but the more I discussed the way I was feeling with friends, the more I found that I was far from alone and that everything I had thought and felt had been thought and felt by at least one other woman that I trusted, respected, and loved.

And somehow we made it out of the newborn stage and onto the baby and toddler stages, somehow weve added two more children and will soon add another to our little family, somehow that screaming, purple-faced newborn who wouldnt nurse sat at the dinner table and ate two helpings of chicken fried rice tonight after her fourth day of first grade, and somehow I still have no idea what Im doing. Somehow this is still the hardest thing Ive ever done every single day of my life.

Ive come to believe that in our age of Instagram and Facebook in the age of the highlight reels we see and believe are other peoples real lives we often fail miserably to share the brutal, heartbreaking, tear-filled truths of motherhood and it leaves us all feeling like our struggles and shortcomings are not things we have in common with one another when, really, we need to be coming to each other in those things vulnerably and readily.

Yes, of course motherhood comes with amazing moments, with pride and love and joy unlike anything youve ever felt in your entire life. Yes, motherhood has moments so deeply rewarding and fulfilling that you are absolutely positive this is why you were put on the earth, and no, I wouldnt trade my children for anything in the entire world.

But in between those snippets of breathtaking beauty and joy and happiness there are equally breathtaking moments of fear, uncertainty, and frustration and they can feel entirely consuming. Those moments are unique to no one, though they come at different times, and I think we would do well to share those moments from time to time, to allow ourselves to be vulnerable and human in our motherhood and to reach out for help when we need it and offer support when we are in the position to give it.

One of my favorite quotes from one of my favorite people applies so perfectly here, though it was initially intended in more of a whole life sense and less of a strictly motherhood sense. Religious leader Jeffery R. Holland once said, If sometimes the harder you try, the harder it gets, take heart. So it has been with the best people who ever lived.

There are days when I feel like motherhood is eating me alive and no matter how hard I try to do and be better, I just cant seem to get ahead; how comforting, though, to know that so many others have gone before me and struggled similarly and yet have successfully raised incredible children. Even when were in the middle of it, we can offer empathetic love and support to those going through stages weve already passed through while simultaneously looking to those who have been through the phase we are struggling with.

I am convinced that step by step and hand in hand is the way we were meant to survive this motherhood thing we need each other to be real and vulnerable and flawed, not to put on our best airs of perfection and pass judgment even though were all already struggling with every single decision we make as mothers.

Someday those brilliant moments will shine so much more prominently than all of the difficultly that came between them as we recall these, the best, and quite possibly the hardest, days of our lives. And if were really lucky, even after all of our struggling and failing and shortcoming, we might get to be the best people who ever lived in the eyes of our children. But until then, Im here, struggling and, more often than we think, succeeding right along side you.

Joy Madsen and her family reside in San Diego, where she is a homemaker, mother to three soon to be four children, runner, and baker of delicious treats.
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