It was 2013 when I gave birth to my daughter. Motherhood, especially when unexpected, comes at you so fast that it catches you up in the rapture. There was so much about that time that was a blur because I didn’t spend a moment of it outside my head, outside of the moment of being a mom. It was a shock to no one that I was hit with post partum depression, but it was a complete shock to me that within nine months, and the one month of the baby being outside of me, I gained 75 pounds.
Facebook holds a plethora of shareable images that always challenge you to share it for the love of this or for an Amen for that. Some of these images I like to share, mostly being memes and quotes that ring true to not just myself but those around me, but what I also find myself encountering are the more parental based images. The maternal ones. The “share if you love your mom” or “share if you’d be lost without your mother” sort of photos that I constantly dread to see every mother’s day. It’s not that I don’t agree that a mother doesn’t hold this importance in someone’s life, it’s just that they don’t and will never apply to me.