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When I tearfully shared the part of me that I hid from everyone, the leaders asked everyone else in the room who was a parent to raise their hand if they ever felt the same way. Do you know what happened? Every single parent in that room raised their hand. I looked around in awe. I was seriously dumbfounded. Everyone? Even that family that looked perfect? Even the sweet mom who seemed to have her act so together? Why hadn’t anyone told me??? It seemed so unfair that this was such a best-kept secret. I had felt so crazy and like a bad mom and here I was, finding out that every. single. other. parent. felt. the. same.
On that day, 16 years ago in July, I vowed to come out of the closet about my mom-shame. To this day, I think we moms could help the sanity of all parents if we just acknowledged to younger, newer moms that they are not alone when they feel this way.