A post by @bymariandrew on Instagram struck a chord with me this week. And I've been thinking about it ever since.
Mari wrote about the different types of loneliness. Check it out here.
The thing is, loneliness is so relative. What feels lonely to one person can feel like positive solitude for another. Motherhood is no exception. And there is no weakness in struggling with loneliness.
I drafted this in my head whilst in the pantry today. I was half hiding to eat biscuits in peace and half deciding what to prepare for my children's lunch. We won't get caught up in definitions 😅
But the unique loneliness of motherhood is real.
The loneliness of being the only family at the playground on a cold day.
I could go on. But that feeling is real, it's raw. It cuts through the mundane and takes you somewhere else entirely.
This is when it's a good idea to search for gratitude, to seek beauty.
This search is not in an attempt to dismiss your experience motherhood (I sound like a broken record, I know, but it's too important.)
It is to normalise it. Honour it. And then look for hope in what feels like a dismal situation of yelling, greasy hair and breastfeeding while you try to eat your cold dinner.
You love your kids. You know that. I know that.
Allow yourself to feel the shit bits too. It doesn't mean you love them any less.
If you made it this far (thanks), comment with an emoji on my Instagram or Facebook post if you've EVER felt this kind of loneliness.
Or drop a comment on this post below!