More Than Strong

Confession: This post is not coming together. And it feels like the opposite of what I’m supposed to write. But I need to say it.

A couple of weeks ago, Ashley Judd blasted media in a piece on The Daily Beast. In this smart (very smart) article, she took people to task for speculating on her puffy appearance and, in doing so, reducing women to their most superficial attributes.

If you haven’t read it, you should. It’s fascinating.

I pointed this piece out to our Just.Be.Enough team because it fits perfectly with the theme of that blog. We talked about it and decided it was a great prompt for a link-up: Who are you beyond your labels? We’re helping to Change the Conversation.

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I’ve had labels applied to me. We all have. Some of them are kind, others spiteful. Some are ignorant, and some hit a little too close to home.

It would be easy to say, I am more than a PPD survivor. I am more than “just” a mom. I am more than any of those obvious labels. But it’s not the obvious labels I want to shed today.

For the past two years, in particular, I’ve been described using a lot of very kind words. Strong. Smart. A good mom.

I’m just so capable.

Except sometimes I don’t feel that way.

And this is where I got stuck writing this.

It seems silly to say, “I don’t want to be labelled as strong.” But sometimes I don’t. There are times when I admit to struggling and I ask for help, and to say, you’ll be okay – you’re strong overlooks the fact that in that moment I’m not.

I think this is the flip side of talking about mental health. Yes, it’s okay to talk about it. No, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. But it also needs to be okay to say I’m not okay and have that be recognized as part of this process. It leads to important questions, like What do you need to be okay? and to the support inherent in saying, I don’t expect you to just get better

“Good” labels can be stifling. Someone can be strong and… Strong and struggling. Strong and tired. Strong and just plain in need of support.

If we’re going to get rid of labels, we need to accept the whole person. We need to be able to say, I accept that about you and give you the space to either work through that or let that be part of who you are.

No matter what the label, we need to accept people for who they are—even just in that moment—not what we want them to be.

 

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I’d like to say a huge thank you to my beautiful friend Angela from Tread Softly for helping me think through this and for making it okay to post about something that kind of feels like a whine. 

About the Change the Conversation link-up: 

It is time to look past the obvious for ourselves and our families. We’re inviting posts from voices everywhere to share your labels and who you are beyond that. The focus is whatever you need it to be– from our lives as moms, dads, parents, spouses, to professionals, survivors, athletes and more. We invite you to join us, to celebrate our strengths, to celebrate our diversity, to celebrate our voices and change the conversation.

We hope you will read, comment, link up, and explore the stories of others who have linked.

Please join us

In the Softening Light

We lie in bed, cozy under the covers, as the light outside slowly fades. We read stories, talking about the pictures and why things work the way they do.

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Credit: Roads Less Traveled Photography, Flickr

“How does that move?”

“Where did they get the wheels from?”

“What makes it go?”

After each question, a pause, and an “oh.” He’s listening.

He rubs his eyes, then my wrist. Still his safe spot.

“I want to hug you for finding my lizard,” he says, and he does.

“I love you, mummy.” His voice is soft and small. “You’re the best.”

When the stories are done and the lights are out, he is quiet but my mind is not. I think about what I did today.

Is that one little thing important?

Five years from now, will what I spent my time doing make a difference?

50 years from now, will it even matter that I was there?

These are the things I think about in the softening light.

 

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My family has been in town and Connor has been sleeping in our bed for the last week. While it’s not something we would choose on a permanent basis (though more often than not someone ends up in his bed with him for at least part of the night) I do enjoy it. I love the little hand that reaches for mine in the night, his gentle heat and that barely-there-but-still-audible breath punctuated by small sighs. 

It makes me think a lot about what’s important.

My Proud Mommy Moment

You know those people who always say the right thing and appear to leave lemon drops and lollipops in their wake? My friend Kir is like that. She has never said anything that hasn’t made me smile. Not ever. She litters her comments and messages with x’s and o’s and means every one of them. She is sweet and supportive and wise and I think sometimes we underestimate how important people like that are to the world.

I don’t anymore, especially not where she’s concerned. Every interaction with her feels like a blessing, and that’s why I was so honoured when she asked me to guest post for her Proud Mommy Moment series.

I’ve chosen to share something recent that is lighting up my life right now, and I’d love it if you’d visit me at Kir’s and read it.

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Motherhood and Toothpaste

Motherhood.

What some people would have you believe:

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The reality:

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Linked up with Memories Captured.

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Next Monday, April 23rd, Be Enough Me is taking on the topic of labels with a special prompt inspired by Ashely Judd, called Change the Conversation.

What is your label | Just.Be.Enough.

It’s time to look past the obvious.

We’re inviting posts from voices everywhere to share your labels and who you are beyond that. The focus is whatever you need it to be – from our lives as moms, dads, parents, spouses, professionals, survivors, athletes and more. We invite you to join us, to celebrate our strengths, to celebrate our diversity, to celebrate our voices and change the conversation.

Join us on Just.Be.Enough next Monday for the very special link-up. We can’t wait to take the conversation by storm with our voices.

Helping yourself feel better

I’ve got a post up at Postpartum Progress that goes back to my time with the horrible, awful psychiatrist. (Remember her?)

She told me at one point to make to-do lists for myself that covered basic things, like eating and showering. At the time, I wanted to smack her.

I did come to realize that, while we’re struggling with something like postpartum depression, there is value in forcing ourselves to look at whether what we’re doing is helping us or keeping us stagnant. But I do (of course) have some suggestions for how she might have worded it differently.

Come and visit me over there.

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