In a world where motherhood is often celebrated with glowing testimonials on social media, television, and blogs, phrases like “Being a mom brings me endless joy!” and “My life changed for the better the moment I became a mother!” dominate the narrative. However, after my daughter was born, I came to a jarring realization: I don’t love being a mom.
Having always been fond of children, my childhood was filled with babysitting, teaching dance, and being the fun aunt. I envisioned motherhood as a natural next step in my life, even contemplating whether to shift my career as a physician to become a stay-at-home mom. The idea of children was an integral part of my dreams.
But upon entering motherhood, I quickly discovered that it did not fulfill me in the way I had anticipated. Instead of the anticipated joy and connection, I found myself grappling with feelings of boredom, frustration, and a sense of monotony. After my daughter was born, I kept waiting for that spark of joy everyone talked about. I made excuses for my lack of connection with other mothers who seemed to thrive in their roles. Maybe it was postpartum depression, or perhaps I was just going through a rough patch.
However, even as my child grew and my mental health improved, my feelings about motherhood remained unchanged. The daily routine felt like an endless cycle: preparing meals, cleaning up, wiping faces, and managing tantrums. The reality that I wasn’t experiencing the joy I had anticipated shook me to my core.
As I reflect on my life now, I recognize that I likely won’t be having more children. Watching friends welcome their second or third child doesn’t evoke feelings of longing; instead, it brings about a sense of panic. My vibrant daughter takes all my energy, and I simply don’t have the capacity for another child.
I want to emphasize that my daughter is a wonderful little girl with a rich and fulfilling life. She is deeply loved by both my partner and me, as well as our family and friends. We engage in activities together—playing games, reading, and enjoying outings. Despite this, I come to terms with the fact that I may never be the type of mom who dreams of homeschooling or prefers to keep her child at home rather than sending them to daycare. I need my career as a physician to feel fulfilled, and as an introvert, I require my own space to recharge.
It’s often stigmatized to express dissatisfaction with motherhood, making it challenging to connect with others who might share similar sentiments. If you find yourself feeling out of place in the motherhood narrative, know that you are not alone. The next time you hear someone extolling the virtues of parenthood while you feel guilty for not sharing that enthusiasm, remind yourself that different experiences are valid. Your love for your child does not diminish based on your feelings about the role.
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In summary, it’s okay to acknowledge that motherhood may not be the fulfilling experience everyone claims it to be. Understanding and accepting your own feelings can lead to a more authentic and peaceful parenting journey.