I wish I would have known about all the pressures of motherhood. The ones placed on me by society and the ones I would place on myself.
I wish I would have known the mom guilt would be present whether I was a stay-at-home mom or a working mom.
I wish I would have known how lonely being a new mom can be, even with a permanent new sidekick with you at all times.
I wish I would have known how foreign your body can feel after birth. You are no longer pregnant, and yet you do not truly feel yourself either.
I wish I would have known that the healing process extends well beyond the 6-week postpartum visit.
I wish I would have known about mom guilt—it was something I had heard of but did not fully understand its depths.
I wish I would have known it was not only OK but normal not to be able to fit into my pre-maternity clothes for months after giving birth.
I wish I would have known that even though I read so many books on parenting while I was pregnant, I still needed on-the-job training before I would feel like I remotely knew what I was doing.
I wish I would have known that no one knows everything about parenting right off the bat.
It takes time and practice, trial, and error before you start to feel comfortable in your new role.
I wish I would have known there isn’t one right way to do this parenting thing—that together, my little and I would figure out what worked and what didn’t.
I wish I would have known that admitting there are parts of being a mom that are really freaking hard doesn’t make me any less of a mother.
I love being a mommy. I love my daughters more than life itself.
But I wish we would be more real with each other about the struggles.
That we would lose the facade that every aspect of motherhood is beautiful and perfect. I wish I would have known about the messy, difficult, and downright ugly parts of it—the ones no one seems to talk about. It would have normalized it for me, made me feel less guilty, less alone. This is everything I wish I would have known.