Well, fast-forward almost a year (my baby girl is turning TWO next month!). I discovered this weird spam-esque inbox on my personal facebook account. (If you're curious, go to your Facebook inbox and look for a tab called "Other". That's where messages from people who are not your FB friends end up.) It was a year-old message from a stranger, all about the Great Getting My Ass Kicked Out of a Breastfeeding Group on Facebook. And this message made me SO happy, I just had to share it. This total stranger came and found me on the internet to tell me she supported me and had my back and is part of my village. Oh my God, yes. THIS IS MOTHERHOOD. THIS IS SISTERHOOD. You have to read it.
"Hi Jessica! You don't know me, and I hope this isn't weird- I just had to send you a message. I belonged to this breastfeeding support group on Facebook...(here she shares some frustrations with breastfeeding, and says she recently weaned her son, who was about the same age as my daughter). I wanted to ask questions, to ask for guidance on the Facebook support site, but I hesitated...I was worried that if I asked for guidance, people would tell me it was just a strike, that I needed to take fenugreek, drink tea, nurse and pump every spare moment because 'breast is best'...so I kept silent and worked through it on my own. I saw that your blog post had been posted to the group by someone else... When I read it, not only could I relate to it completely, but my heart skipped a beat at one point when I read what others had said to you when you asked for help- I remembered reading those comments on the Facebook group's site. I distinctly remember reading, 'I never forced mine to wean, that's crazy to me, mine both self-weaned at 28 months' or something to that effect...and I remember my heart aching when I read that, because it came across as so self-righteous and judgmental. I have loved being a member of a support group like this...it felt good to be a part of that 'village' of women who were going through the same experiences. I had noticed some pushiness and judgment here and there, but usually tried to brush it off because the positive comments typically seemed to outweigh the bad. When I read your blog and realized I was part of the group that responded to you that way, I decided I had to leave the group....I wish I had the guts to say to people, 'You may not agree with me or do it the way I'm doing it, but please respect me. This journey is emotional and these decisions are difficult, but respect me enough to support me, rather than tell me I'm doing it wrong.' I'm not even sure if you'll get this message...but please know that there may be vocal 'supporters' in our village who break you down, but for every critic there is a silent supporter, reading your blog, browsing through comments, silently cheering you on and supporting your decisions. You don't even know who I am and yet I am a part of your village, and I have your back. Thank you for inspiring others and for being the amazing mother that I know you are!"
I mean, REALLY. Talk about having your faith in humanity restored. I don't know this woman...but she reached out to me, shared painful details of her own story (which I redacted from the above), and spent time just reminding me that there are a lot of good people out there. THANK YOU, LADY WHOM I SHALL KEEP ANONYMOUS BECAUSE THAT SEEMS LIKE THE RIGHT THING TO DO! YOU. ARE. AWESOME.
All of this was a real wake-up call to me. What am I doing over here in my corner of the interweb, bitching and moaning about the Mommy Wars? Am I helping to make anything better? Can I do more? I don't flipping know. It's the end of a long work week and I have to go pick up my kids. So my best idea right now is, simply, this: If bullies and meanies take over our villages, it's our fault for staying silent. When I got booted from that group, the only thing that really, truly bothered me was that I didn't see a single mom on that group coming to my defense. Turns out, one did, and it was just technology's fault (THANKS A LOT, ZUCKERBERG) that I didn't know it.
It only FEELS like all moms are judgy and bitchy and horrible because THOSE PEOPLE ARE LOUD. If we want to smash the Mommy Wars to smithereens, it's time to speak up and show ourselves who the majority REALLY is: exhausted, normal, non-judgmental, desperate-for-a-village-that-won't-turn-on-them women.
In the interest of speaking up, I've written a little pledge, and I'm asking you to take it with me. I'm calling it the "It's MY Village" Pledge. And it goes a little something like this:
Women have always needed villages - virtual or real - to survive motherhood. These villages, and these fellow mothers, aren't *optional*. They are a precious natural resource. So, in my villages, real and virtual, I pledge:
- to loudly give kindness, empathy, and humor
- to be helpful, but never assume I know everything
- to ask for help
- to say it out loud when I feel judged or shamed
- to never let bullying slide, just because I'm scared to speak up, and to say something when I see someone else being shamed or judged - never by adding meanness or judgment, but by swiftly and lovingly having other mothers' backs.
Wanna take this pledge with me? Say "I'M IN!" in the comments. Share it with friends. Post it on Facebook. Next time I see something, I'm gonna say something. That goes for the good somethings and the bad somethings. Because there really aren't that many mean girls out there, and it's time for the majority to be LOUD. (In a nice way. But loud.)
And, by the way...you? YOU ARE AWESOME.