This morning I woke up to the following Facebook memory from 2013:

"After all those years as a woman hearing 'not thin enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not this enough, not that enough,' almost overnight I woke up one morning and thought, 'I'm enough." -Anna Quindlen

"A woman is like a tea bag - you can't tell how strong she is until you put her in hot water."
Eleanor Roosevelt

Happy International Women's Day! Celebrate the women in your life...celebrate your worth as a woman...and strive to share your voice.

And another from 2015:

In honor of international women's day, I dressed my daughter in pants and converse sneakers...#anythingyoucandowecando(better)...but seriously, I am proud to be an empowered woman and I am proud to raise one. Give your women love, respect, compassion, equal opportunity and equal reward.

The first memory was the year I lived abroad with my now husband. It was the year before I became a mother in fact (almost to the day).It was the year that represented the end of a chapter as young woman and the beginning of a new yet undefined chapter of woman.

The second was the year after I became a mother still seeking to understand the new height of feminine identity.

Seeing these memories today spawned greater reminiscence. In seventh grade, I had an extraordinarily progressive teacher who was unafraid to teach more black history than Martin Luther King Jr. and willing to  approach the topic of women’s issues. She asked if I would be willing to read Sojourner Truth’s “Ain’t I a Woman” to the class. As I sit here writing, I realized I may have been the only black girl in the class but nonetheless, this moment had a profound impact on the way I feel about my strength as female.

Ain't I a Woman

By: Sojourner Truth

Delivered 1851 at the Women's Convention, Akron, Ohio

Well, children, where there is so much racket there must be something out of kilter. I think that 'twixt the negroes of the South and the women at the North, all talking about rights, the white men will be in a fix pretty soon. But what's all this here talking about?

That man over there says that women need to be helped into carriages, and lifted over ditches, and to have the best place everywhere. Nobody ever helps me into carriages, or over mud-puddles, or gives me any best place! And ain't I a woman? Look at me! Look at my arm! I have ploughed and planted, and gathered into barns, and no man could head me! And ain't I a woman? I could work as much and eat as much as a man - when I could get it - and bear the lash as well! And ain't I a woman? I have borne thirteen children, and seen most all sold off to slavery, and when I cried out with my mother's grief, none but Jesus heard me! And ain't I a woman?

Then they talk about this thing in the head; what's this they call it? [member of audience whispers, "intellect"] That's it, honey. What's that got to do with women's rights or negroes' rights? If my cup won't hold but a pint, and yours holds a quart, wouldn't you be mean not to let me have my little half measure full?

Then that little man in black there, he says women can't have as much rights as men, 'cause Christ wasn't a woman! Where did your Christ come from? Where did your Christ come from? From God and a woman! Man had nothing to do with Him.

If the first woman God ever made was strong enough to turn the world upside down all alone, these women together ought to be able to turn it back, and get it right side up again! And now they is asking to do it, the men better let them.

Obliged to you for hearing me, and now old Sojourner ain't got nothing more to say.

http://www.sojournertruth.com/p/aint-i-woman.html

I have chills rereading and thinking of all the times I have felt the same as a black female amidst the chaos of the past few years, this election, the Women’s March and most importantly as a mother. I am not having the same reaction as some to the women gathering in mass because I cannot help but think about all the women who make it possible for other women to raise their voice. All of the women who cannot take off or are mothering on their own. I am privileged. My incredibly thoughtful husband works and I have been afforded the time to build a Postpartum Doula business and be with our young daughter. It has not been an easy road and I often carry a burden of guilt for not being able to find consistent work to sustain our family but it is the journey we have taken.

Acknowledging my own privilege of not working today, I am so aware of the struggle of women as mothers in this country. If I get a full-time job, I lose time with my child but I may make enough to pay for childcare. If I am only making enough to pay for childcare, is it worth the job and time away? I have a Master’s Degree but by taking the time to grow my child, paying for my loans falls to my husband. It is a constant struggle in our home and in the homes of many others.

There are women who have to fight to have time off to have a child, may lose a job while on leave, and have to leave their children at six weeks old when their bodies and minds are not even healed from the journey of childbirth. What would Ms. Truth say to this? How can we respect women in speech (with help from carriages and open doors) and ignore the support and strength needed to raise children. We ALL come from women so I am always dumbfounded at the lack of respect for mothers.

Today, while women wear red and attempt not to work or spend money, there are other mothers fighting for the right to stay in the country with their children, to breastfeed their children, keep them out of jail or at the very least, receive the same level of medical and educational care for themselves and their children. So, when you raise your voice today, shout a little louder for all those women already deep in the fight.

Ain’t we all women?

Heavy heart and tears welled

It has been many moons since writing but the time has come to speak.

One of my best friends recently found out that she was having a girl. Before her official gender reveal, she said to me that she wanted a girl because of the opportunity to guide her daughter to become a strong, empowered and beautiful human.

My friend's words struck me because I want the same for my daughter and it immediately made me consider exactly what I'd done to guide my E on her path. I say to my daughter to follow her heart and have whispered in her ear that she can be whatever she feels the world needs as long as it meets her heart's desire and most importantly, that she encircle her life in compassion. I also whisper a slew of words that reflect ALL of what she is and can be every time a passerby says she is beautiful. Like all things, she IS beautiful and so much more.

Is that enough? Am I on the right track? Does it even matter in this world that struggles with such high levels of hatred, ignorance and imbalance of power?

I want to say yes but current events are really challenging my thought process. How does one raise a strong female being without fear of her becoming the 1 in 6 who will be sexually assaulted in the United States? How do you keep her from being one of 50 gunned down in a space of recreational release? Or in school? At the movies?

Heaven forbid I become one of the mothers who carry their child's last message in their phones. My last memory of her...fear. Unimaginable fear.

Heaven forbid my child be the cause of someone else's grief. I don't know if either would be worse.

Anyone who has ever had a baby or been around a baby knows of their magic. They change us, mold us and love us. Little do they know that the world we welcome them into is not actually safe. We promise to protect them but we can't. We promise to give them the tools to succeed but how can we do that in a system that fails them. Failure on several levels.

I don't want my daughter to be hated because she is a woman, because of her skin color, who she loves, her spiritual beliefs or political opinions...but I know she will be. I know she will be treated poorly because of any of those reasons. I know that as a people, we have created and nurtured a system that allows that. As an individual, I am furious without knowing where to turn to make real change. I am furious that teens are killed for looking a certain way. I am furious that kindergartners have lost their lives by going to school. I am furious that people use the excuse of politics or religion as a reason for not loving. For not fixing. I am beyond furious that a community of fighters, survivors and lovers are once again finding themselves at the center of another brutally violent attack on their lifestyle. Another best friend, D, posted #itcouldhavebeenme and it made me sob at the realization that there are people who now face the world without their versions of D.

I am so mad and I do not understand why or how someone can hate a stranger or anyone enough to kill. And I don't know how to prevent my child from ever being around any of that hatred.

Love is love is love is love is love is love.

It is my role as a postpartum professional to help people transition into parenthood which is perhaps one of the most challenging and rewarding journeys...and now, incredibly scary journeys. Being a parent is already hard. Having to look into the eyes of my two year old and be taken over by the fear of what she may one day face is a whole other level of difficulty.

I don't want to change my profile picture or create some hashtag. I do want to say to all touched by tragedy in Orlando, at Stanford and all over the world whose lives are shattered because hatred, violence and senseless acts. I stand with you. I grieve with you. I pray for you. I do not forget you. I will not. I am your village and you are not alone.

In preparation for baby, did you wash the clothes? Stock the fridge? Build furniture?

The natural process of nesting involves cleaning and organizing in preparation of the home for baby's arrival. What was done to prepare woman to become mother or man to become father?

I have been reading 'Beyond the Blues' by Dr. Shoshana Bennett and Pec Indman Ed.D., MFT. The book shares a collection of stories from women and their partners who have experienced any sort of postpartum disorder. In one of the first excerpts, a mother commented that she thought she was prepared for baby but in looking back, she realized that the birthing and parenting classes mainly covered breathing and what to pack in the hospital bag.

Perhaps this is some great oversight but I've spoken to many families who say, you can't know until you are in it. Perhaps, we can't truly prepare parents for all night long cry fests, explosive bodily fluids, physical and emotional roller coasters and love like you have never felt before. But if we could...what would you suggest we tell the expectant mother?

Lao Tzu said "When I let go of what I am, I become what I might be"

I fell in love with Lao Tzu in college and have found his teachings to speak truth to several different chapters in my life. I even strategically place his quotes in my husband's lunch when I think he needs a little push of support.

The quote above strikes me as important in the transition from person to parent. For years, you are an independent version of yourself. A series of defining and redefining self lyrically colors your life for years until one day you become someone's better half. You then become self in relation to the other half.

What happens when you become a parent? At birth, my daughter did not care about my less than winning athletic history. She was not even a bit concerned with what college I attended. My social status had no bearing on what she needed from me. And yet, my social status changed completely with her arrival.

At first, there was excitement and then the truth that life had changed forever began to set in. My husband and I spent much of her first year sharing our feelings regarding how our identities changed with her presence. At first it was such a struggle until one day, we realized that while we didn't have to let go our identities as individuals, we did need to make space for a new identity. Mom and Dad.

We continue to make space to become what we might be.

A couple of days ago, a new father walked into the baby store where I work in my non-doula, non-mommy hours. He immediately apologized for being in a zombie like state and I laughed and said, "you must have just joined the club." His baby was five days old. His wife was at home napping and he was on a mission to improve sleep.

Many dads come in to our store frantically looking for a solution to the "sleep" issue. Here's the thing: Sleep changes when babies come. There are those people who have the miraculous children that sleep through the night from birth but they are few and far between. In fact, I bet they have pretty hungry babies. Newborns have tiny stomachs and their systems wake up them up for a reason. Trust the process.

This is an important lesson that extends beyond sleep. There is no quick and easy solution in life or in parenting. Remain calm. Everything is fluid. The morning after even the hardest night of tears and feedings and diaper explosions, those babies seem to be the cutest they have ever been. It is important to remember that each phase is just that-a phase. Ever passing.

Trust the entire process from those few zombie-like weeks to the joys and challenges that follow.

As a parent, your job is to guide, educate, nurture and love. You cannot force. You will learn this in the toddler years but it is important to note it in the wee hours of infant life.

You will be tired. You will be anxious. You will be more in love than ever before.

You will get through this phase...and the next.

Recently, I read an article about three foreign women sent by the U.N. to assess gender equality. I was not surprised to find their reactions to be less than enthused. In fact, the article states that they were horrified. Horrified. Read it here

My previous posts have discussed the emotion and specifically the guilt ridden moments of my postpartum journey. I am coming to realize how much of that was created by the society we live in. My husband came to the table with his very specific set of expectations surrounding motherhood and marriage and parenting and so did I. Our expectations have been shaped by what we have been taught about parenting either from our own families, friends and this less than family friendly and yet family focused society. How confusing to realize that the common argument of American family values is far from the reality of how America values family and how that relates to gender equality.

When we lived in Prague, I struggled with my limited understanding of gender relations in the country. The Czech Republic seemed to be the perfect country for men, filled with beautiful women, amazing beer and meat and potatoes all day every day. My job search led me to believe that women were relegated to positions as child care workers or administrative assistants. Employment seemed related to beauty, relationship status and age. This was my misguided understanding as I was not involved enough to know where to find the type of gender equality in the workplace that I thought I was accustomed to. 

Travelling abroad is such a valuable experience because not only does it show you new things but it teaches you to view your 'normal' through new eyes. What I learned in Prague is the value placed on the mother and the family. Paid Family leave can be split between parents and lasts for three years. That takes the child up to preschool age which is of course also provided as is healthcare to the entire nation. We found that these practices led to an enriched family life that led many of our Czech friends to leave the city each weekend to travel home to 'willage' to be with family. 

It took me returning to my 'normal' space to realize that my focus on the gender relations as related to employment blinded me from seeing the value of making space for individuals to parent. That in fact, being a mother is normal rather than a challenge to overcome in the workplace. Where I come from, being a woman is a challenge and being a parent is a challenge. Women are marked at work if they have kids. They are marked by their health insurance companies. Parents learn very quickly how hard it is to work with kids and to socialize with kids etc etc. 

But what if it wasn't that way? What would that look like? What needs to happen to make it so?

Of the Seven Deadly Sins

Guilt. A sin my mother often spoke about but one I never fully understood until I was walking through my postpartum journey.

In the moment that the test comes back positive, the mother is born. There is no running, there is no giving up...and also, there is no sleeping. When we found out we were pregnant, there was not a doubt in my mind that we would ride this wave together. As reality set in and I felt a strong pull to return home and my wonderful partner felt the opposite, I began to feel the evil fingertips of guilt. It takes two people to have a child and even if those two people are loving partners excited for what is to come, the feelings of guilt can still do damage.

In the months before our daughter's birth, I carried the guilt of forcing my partner to make the transition to living back in the U.S. To say this was challenging would be the understatement of the century. Between reverse culture shock and balancing the needs and desires of family, we struggled significantly. Not to mention general emotional pregnancy shenanigans. It was so easy to feel guilty for having stripped a man of his dreams and ask him to move.

Let me be clear, my partner is a loving, caring man and I have no doubt that we are partners for life...but I still carried my guilt for a long time. At first it was for forcing the move but soon after our girl was born, my guilt shifted into a feeling of entrapment. It was in those late evenings and early mornings that I felt it most. No sleep for either of us but my partner also had to go to work every day. I felt guilt about the baby crying, guilt about not working, and guilt about not going to the grocery store, and on and on. I felt guilty for bring my daughter into this life of unsettled emotion and cultural imbalance after our return. I offered to set him free on more than one tearful occasion.

I allowed the guilt to render myself useless and my partner would look at me with empty eyes, missing the strong woman with whom he had fallen in love. It took me months of hearing "it took both of you" and reminding me it wasn't the pregnancy or the baby that was the problem. It was the guilt. Finally, I hit my limit of apologizing for every act and walking on eggshells. I was simply exhausted.

The definition of insanity is to keep trying the same thing and expecting different results. The guilt had to go. I had to consciously talk myself out of each guilty thought in order to change the pattern that had developed over the past year. It was hard work and it continues.

As I made my changes, I found that I was not the only mom who battled the sneaky and damaging feelings of postpartum guilt. What was your experience? Did you share it with your partner?