We Fit In: A Love Note to Moms

Dearest Friend,

I’m sitting here in the depths of real, raw motherhood today. My precious Bliss recovering from a virus by my side. Recovering. I should mention… the virus itself is gone. But the side effects – the virus recovery – has more to do with her mental health (and mine) than her physical well being. Because physically, she’s pretty well. But as I’ve shared before, it takes a few days or so for her to fully be in her body again. To regain the awareness necessary to cope with our world. Sensory-wise, yes, sensory processing disorder is not “gone” – she’s just learned or is learning to manage it. And so, here we are.

Here. We. Are.

Her and I. Working to thrive.

Missing my favorite meeting of the week. The meeting that brings me into a reality I didn’t know to be true. That there are many moms like me. And that there are many children doing battle like my Wild girl.

So today, I want to ask you a question. I want to ask you what if we do fit in? What if we are not so different from one another?

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Brittany, one of the mother’s in this gorgeous shot from NVS photography speaks about this exact idea here. It’s a beautiful read about the journey of, into, and beyond living with a postpartum mood disorder.

As I continue to share our journey – often specific to mental health… hers and mine – I am in awe of what the Lord is doing here. How He powerfully places humans in our life to point back to His plan for us. That we need one another here so, so much.

Our story – Now & Then

It’s loud.


Her roar.


It’s loud.


And as I listen to this morning’s replay of Bishop Jakes at Elevation Church I wonder.

I just wrote about the roar.


A blog post for a women’s collective.


A blog post about the postpartum rage I experienced a month after she weaned from my breast.


I roared.


It was loud.


Hormones bumping and pumping.


Distress. A wildfire in my head.


Physical pain returning after 18 months of ease from chronic disease.


It’s loud.


Her roar.


Today.


So I’m sitting here this morning listening to preachers with my sweet Bliss. She’s taking the day off from co-op, as her coping skills post virus are non-existent right now.


So she writes in her journal.


She processes the roars.


And I write here with you to process them too.


And I’m reminded of the roars then by the roars now.


And I’m reminded these roars are here to STOP what beautiful things our Papa is doing here.


The enemy does not like these chains being broken.


He loves the roar.


The rage.


But, dear ones, he is unclear on how mighty she & I are. Mighty in Christ. Resilient beyond resilient. And ready for the good fight. For we know who goes before us.

KNOW who goes before you, lovely souls. KNOW Him. And you too will be mighty.

We’re cheering you on.

With Love,

J.

 

 

Published by Jennifer Magnano

Inspired by a woman's transition into and transformation in motherhood, Jennifer is passionate about acceptance, inclusion, growth, and inter-generational mental health. Over the last decade, she has encouraged masses of mothers around the world through her writing, yoga instruction, and as an Ayurvedic postpartum doula. As a candid storyteller, Jennifer's muse is "shared-experience" with mothers and families who face diverse life challenges. She is a melanoma survivor, a chronic disease "thriver" and special needs parent. Residing in Arizona with her husband Scott, they raise two miracle kids, a future therapy dog named Mya, all the edible plants, and hundreds of worms on a perfectly imperfect, tiny piece of desert land.

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