I believe that as it stands w
omen pass through these pivotal years of transition with woefully inadequate support.
As women we have always understood on some level that our role is to keep quiet, head down, hustle, work harder. To accept things the way they are. At no point does this message scream louder than the transitional years of pregnancy, birth and early motherhood.
Community care is gone. We leave women to stand alone. Ill-equipped. Under resourced. Exhausted and overwhelmed. Women are set up for failure, and then asked to accept it as their own.
Embedded beliefs have taught us about who the Perfect Mother is - even before we have children. We know the rules. Become pregnant (easily). Love the pregnancy, cherish every moment, defer to the experts, be grateful, be quiet. Become a mother - slim the body, clean the house, nourish the child, pick up some kind of side hustle. Be grateful that you Have It All.
We also understand what not to do - never get angry, never get bored, never question the ‘expert’ or the status quo. We are taught to feel guilty for prioritising our basic human needs and shame about any parts of our experiences that deviate from perfection.
It’s so ingrained we barely see it. Can barely uncover words to articulate it so we can recreate a new way.