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Dear Mother, You Matter Too

How many times have I been asked what I do all day as a mom? I take a breath and wonder if I should shrug and say nothing or jump into a list about laundry and finger painting and cooking.

How can you sum up motherhood in just a sentence? It’s impossible.
I love the image of the tree of life. It beautifully displays our work as mothers in a way that no bullet list or job application ever could.

The tree of life is rich in imagery. Roots dig deep into the ground, providing nourishment and support. The trunk provides a solid foundation. Branches reach out for sustenance. The leaves collect strength and the fruit gives of itself.

All day every day I am a source of love, identity, and belonging, a place of secure attachment, a first responder, modulator, nurturer, mirror, cheerleader, mentor, protector and a home base that can be returned to time and time again.

I am a mom. A creator of life. A nurturer of life. Together, mothers around the world will determine through lullabies and gentle guidance the fate of the world.

What do we do? It is so much more than changing diapers and fixing meals. While we might take on many roles throughout the day, nothing and no one can replace the essence of motherhood; The ability to provide safety, love, security – all just by simply being.

It is everything.

I think back to a year ago when I felt myself withering away. Crying silently at night after everyone was asleep, wondering how I was going to make it another day. I remember seeing my husband drift further and further away and my daughter fussing more and more. The more depressed I became, the more my whole family suffered.

For a long time, I thought, if my husband just saw and supported me the way I need, if I had family nearby if I had more money to spend going out during the day…. If… if… if… then all of this pain would go away.

And then one day I stopped looking at everyone else and said what if I change?

What if?

What if I recognize that my roots are not nourished and give myself the time to take long baths, surround myself with good friends, set boundaries, and stop putting everyone else first?

What if I choose myself?

And so much changed.

As my roots grew, my trunk became solid. My ability to be home base came naturally.

I started to see all the love that had been poured around me that I hadn’t had the ability to soak in and turn into strength and love and fruit.

As I came alive, I saw my family come alive as well.

Like a healthy tree creating food from sunshine, and attracting life all around it, I became the source of nourishment for those people I so deeply cared about and had thought I might never be enough for.

Friends, I don’t know why it took me so long to see that I mattered too. But I have a good idea.

We live in a world where we value doing, accomplishing, finishing, being able to show our work.

And the value of the mother will never fit nicely in a box on a job application. We may be able to say we cleaned, and cooked, and wiped faces and washed hands and wore a hundred different hats in a day.

And other days we look around, in the middle of our true act of creating and we see the house a mess, dinner burned and laundry piled high and we feel like we did nothing – and therefore are nothing.

And while there may be some part of us that knows that while our work may look like nothing, we have really accomplished something beautiful with our endless snuggles and butterfly kisses. Everyone will look at us like we are crazy if we say we spent the day beaming love into the world, creating a safe space where our children are seen and understood and loved just the way they are.

But that is what we are.

We are healers, and nurturers and most importantly creators.

Our truest value comes from our existence, our temperament our essence.

And these things cannot be measured, so we stifle them in our attempts to ‘get things done.’ In doing instead of being.

Think about it. If a tree does not have strong roots, if it cannot pull nourishment into itself, what chance does it have to be a refuge for the lost sparrow or provide fruit for the playing child?

Similarly, how can we expect ourselves to pat the back of our child through their disappointments if we have not worked through our own? How can we be a place of love and healing for our partners and babies if we have no fruit to give?

It may feel strange leaving the kitchen a mess or the floor unvacummed. But if you want to do something for your family, start with taking care of yourself.

Nourish your roots. Let yourself be healed. And in doing so, in learning to value being, you will become the source of energy and light and love that fuels your whole family through the trials of life, allowing them to be healed when broken and nourished when unable to provide for themselves.

Remember mother, you matter too.

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If you are suffering from depression in pregnancy and postpartum, please contact your care provider and open a dialogue with them about it. You may also find this article about science-based natural depression remedies that are safe for pregnancy useful. 

Post Partum Depression Letter