There’s a certain level of sadness that bubbles up in motherhood. Have you felt it? Are you feeling it? If you’re a mom, guardian or caretaker, maybe you can relate. Different kinds of sadness and their varying levels have made themselves known very early in my journey as a Mom.
I’m not ashamed to admit this.
Does my admitting that make you feel sorry for me?
I hope not. The reality is this – motherhood ain’t all triple rainbows and clean floors for many of us. Some of us struggle daily – many of us struggle quietly. And you know what? Maybe this isn’t you. Maybe you’re the type of parent that hasn’t been hit with the sads. Maybe motherhood has been excellent in every area for you. You go, girl. Good for you.
I thought this post would be so relevant with Mental Health Awareness Month being a new passion of mine. People forget Mothers. The world does a poor job at caring for Mothers. Proof of this would be America’s glorious (aka not so glorious) maternity leave policies or lack thereof. We don’t provide resources for many moms and so many of us have a sadness so loud and strong that instead of investigating more, we push through and continue to pour out of an empty glass. Because it’s what we’ve been taught to do.
If this is you or a mom like you, tell someone, please. Yell it if you have to. And if you don’t have anyone, you’ve got me. I am where you are and I get it.
I hope that you can read the sads from these women with an open heart and judgment free mind. I polled lots of women. I really wanted to have diverse sads so that women all over could find a bit of comfort knowing they aren’t the only ones dealing with these occassional or constant sads.
These sads come from women around the globe and they’re anonymous.
Motherhood sadness hits me every time I realize I’m raising a Black child in America.
- I get the sads when I leave my child to go to work. And not because I don’t want to work – but because I truly enjoy it.
- I’m sad for staying at home with my children. I have never been so lonely in my life. And I get sick of being needed.
- I desperately want a break from my kids but I don’t trust anyone to watch them. That makes me sad.
- I get the sads every time I think about cleaning my house. It never stays clean, no one ever says thank you and it’s an endless chore that makes me feel like I’m going crazy.
- Being the wife of a husband who travels more than he’s home keeps me in a flowing state of sadness. It’s an emotional rollercoaster that I can’t get off and not having anyone to tag in the Parenting game has me sad quite a bit. (this one is me)
- I feel sad that my oldest wasn’t my baby for long. After he turned a year, I was pregnant again. With each birth, he gets less and less of me. I feel so badly about that.
- Raising a toddler makes me sad. Everyone tells me to enjoy every little moment but I don’t enjoy any moment.
- I’m pregnant and get sad because everyone thinks I should be happy and considerate of those who have pregnancy struggles but the reality is, I hate being pregnant. And I feel sad feeling that way.
- My partner, although great, doesn’t know how sad I am. Three kids lately and we rarely connect. We’re like strangers.
- I get sad when I’m in public and my child has a meltdown. I know people are judging me.
- Getting my kids ready for bed makes me sad. I wish I could pay someone else to do it because the drama and craziness make me want to just run away.
- I feel like my daughter’s disability is my fault. I live in a state of sadness over it.
- Being a single mom makes me sad. I know I’m supposed to be all empowered and unstoppable but for once I’d love for someone to take care of me.
- Mothers showing off on social media make me sad. That’s my issue more than theirs but why does everyone ONLY show the best parts of motherhood? Why doesn’t anyone keep it real?
- Every time a friend talks about pregnancy, I get a little sad. Good for them but sucks for me knowing my body can never do that again. I wish they’d shut up about it.
- Going to all of these soccer games and choir rehearsals make me sad. I want my kids to have a great life but no one knows how tiring it is for me.
- I get sad whenever my daughter talks to me about college. How am I going to be able to make her dreams come true on my small income?
- I worry that one of my kids could possibly get one of the mental illnesses that me and my partner struggle through. This makes me so sad.
- My son is a bully. I’m sad because I saw it coming and thought he’d grow out of it. Now I don’t know what to do.
- I’m sad that my oldest doesn’t get as much attention as she should.
- It makes me sad that my multiracial son keeps being asked, “What are you?”
- I’m sad that my daughter has such an overweight mommy. I’m trying to do better but I keep failing.
- I don’t enjoy my children right now. That makes me sad. (this one is me)
- I get sad knowing that my kids won’t grow up with family around.
- I get sad when I overhear my kids talk about my depression to others.
- I put my all into caring for my family. I have no close and local friends and I’m so sad about it.
- Breastfeeding my 4 mo old makes me sad. I know it’s the best thing for him but I hate how it literally sucks me dry.
- I’d rather be at work than taking care of my kids. At least people appreciate me at work. That makes me sad.
- My children have terrible behavior. They embarrass me and knowing that I feel out of control makes me sad.
- It makes me sad how unappreciated I feel in my home.
- It makes me sad that everyone else’s kid seems to be talking except mine.
- The women who aren’t mothers at my job make me sad. I overhear them talking about how I use my kid as an excuse.
- Having a special needs child doesn’t make me sad. Dealing with her does. I need more support but I’m a single mom on a very small income.
- I’m happy about divorcing my abusive husband. I’m sad that my kids will have to go through this divorce with me.
- I’m sad that women judge me for working. How else am I supposed to pay my bills?
- Adopting a child of a different race seemed like a good idea but honestly, realizing that I didn’t think about all of the issues an interracial adoption would bring makes me so sad. I feel like I’m failing my kid.
- My child being the only Black girl in her class makes me sad.
- My son is 15 years old and I’m still sad that I had an unplanned C-section with him. No one even gave me or my body a chance to push him out. I feel robbed…15 years later.