Category: Real Talk w/Holly Richardson
This year, I’ve found myself more anxious and more out of sorts than I normally am. I’ve needed to address the mom stress directly, especially going into the holiday season. I meditate. I breathe. I journal. I manage expectations – my own and others’. And I use music.
Some trials I never have and never will be grateful for. However, I have learned I can still find ways to be grateful in the middle of despair and later, I am often grateful for lessons learned, for empathy deepened and a heart softened. Gratitude and sorrow can co-exist.
When I was a young mom with a houseful of young children, my mom gave me a plaque. It read “When mama ain’t happy, ain’t nobody happy.” Well, this mama was NOT happy. I was offended. You see, I did not want everyone’s happiness riding on my shoulders. That felt too heavy.
I’m Holly. I’m a strong mom some days. I’m a tired mom some days. I’m a white mom every day. But not all of my kids are white. And their lives matter.