A Mom’s Mental Load: Carrying your own Vasilisa Doll

I just got back from a vacation. My first beach holiday in years. It was to honour my 50th birthday, not as a break from life. Yes, i wanted to slow down and relax, just not to escape my life. Vacations are not meant to to get a break from our everyday life, but to enhance it with a dose of pleasure and adventure. As a global citizen, this is also a privilege to experience other cultures and learn from their wisdom and experiences. The way I do them is to infuse intention, ritual, and soul tending in my time away. If we assume a vacation is going to cure burn-out, we will be grossly disappointed. This is especially true for a week away. If we view a holiday like a personal retreat, that may help. We do also need to integrate the time away into our life. Otherwise, the trip becomes redundant. It becomes a stand-alone event, forgotten quickly.

As a mother, a holiday is especially not a vacation from life. In many ways, it is more work, just different. Mental load, decision fatigue, and overwhelm with less resources play into what gets packed in our suitcase when we travel. Sure, we get a pause from work and that undivided attention to our family gets the front seat. It takes a lot of self-love and will power to also remember we are also on this vacation. Otherwise, we as moms continue to not be seen or heard.
Speaking of which, mental load is not a task itself, but the ongoing running to-do list that never ends. So it’s not so simple just to give part of it to someone else. They also need to start to take on the load that is unseen. We need to move away from the internalized Super Mom part that weaponizes our competence at the same time as challenging our partner’s incompetence. It’s not that they can’t do the work; it’s that it is benefitting them to not have to do it, yet.

Do you know the story of Vasalisa and her doll? It’s part of the much larger tale of Vasilisa and Baba Yaga. One of the most powerful take-aways for me was that Vasalisa had what she needed all along. If you haven’t read the story yet, you might get some spoilers here so run to get your own copy of Women Who Run with the Wolves and then continue reading.

If you already know of the tale-as-old-as-time story, or don’t have time to read – because truly who does anymore, and that is part of my point with this exact article – continue reading and i’ll play the role of Vasalisa’s doll for you…

Vasilisa was a young girl whose mother died after a long illness. In the final days of her life, she made a small doll that was infused with magical qualities. Mainly they were acts of service that helped Vasalisa during times of struggle and initiation. These acts were what a mother does when her daughter needs support and guidance. It was the doll who helped her separate the poppy seeds from the dirt, who made a delicious stew and meticulously darned clothing, and who cleaned the messy home of Baba Yaga.

Some folks (including me) have interpreted this story as an archetypal mirror to having an Inner Mother or Self-Care Part who can step in when things are hard. The story is about trusting our intuition, our body’s wisdom, and the initiation of becoming an adult, AND ALSO a reminder that we are not meant to do it alone.

So, how does that relate to mom load?

Maybe you also heard Chappell Roan make a bold statement last year in an interview where she talks about her friends who are parents, and referenced them being in hell.

Guess what?

She’s right and what I also think she’s speaking about is that parenting is fucking hard. It’s especially hard these days, in ways that never existed before.

What makes it hard is not that something changed in our children.

It’s that we have lost our way to have a village of support. Who cares for the caregiver?

We get burnt out or overwhelmed and assume the mental load because so many of us want to show up differently (a.k.a. better than we received as children). This can lead to martyrdom. Our to-do list is so long it becomes a badge of honour in our toxic productivity oriented world, and yet it creates havoc on our nervous system. We experience an activated fight response to keep up with all the work, which ultimately impacts our capacity to be present, attuned, and connected to our children.

I’m reading a hot new release called When Good Moms Feel Bad. It is a book that incorporates Internal Family Systems as a reference point for mothers. “The Inner Mother is your capacity for presence, wisdom, and care – qualities that emerge naturally when your parts relax and trust that you can handle what’s in front of you. This is the beautiful paradox of motherhood: in learning to care for someone else’s vulnerability, we develop exactly what we need to be with our own.” Jessica Tomich Sorci and Rebecca Gershan.

Having an Inner Mother is a visual reference of caring for ourselves as we care for others. It is not just practicing self-compassion, but the first preliminary step of tending to our basic human needs. Practising this attunement in our own internal landscape is a way of checking in with our Inner Baby (or child). All those things you’re already doing for your kids? They’re also just what you need. Whatever our children need, so do we. This is where our Mom Parts need to have a dialogue with our Inner Mother – The Parts have competing agendas. “The parts of you who work so hard to make you a good mom are the ones that are the meanest to you. Good Mom parts can tip you out of balance and into burnout.” (When Good Moms Feel Bad) Our Mom Parts want to care for our actual child AND our Inner Mother is the one tending to the child you were once upon a time. This can create an internal conflict when the Parts are polarized.

In Internal Family Systems, the model’s aim is to help us access ‘Self’ energy – the most evolved and integrated version of you. And yet, self-care continues to have a bad connotation. Unlike other self words like love, compassion, worth, and esteem, care assumes we are selfish. We are in fact, self-preserving (a hat tip to Audre Lorde). We need to reframe the concept of self-care as the care we give ourselves is aligned with our fullest expression. It needs to reflect who we truly are and not just the parts of us who give ourselves care like a checklist or a to-do list. The rest we give ourselves needs to be rejuvenating and replenishing our energy. It includes pausing by doing nothing AND also creates nourishment in doing so. Otherwise, what we claim to be rest is performative unless it also is nourishing.

The word “self” in this term does not apply alone or only to ourselves. We are not meant to do the work alone. Otherwise, we are left always cleaning up the dominos that fall, being a martyr who people pleases our children, to avoid conflict and also because our own Inner Child is leading the decision. Instead, let us model what asking for our needs look like. We all benefit when we take care of ourselves and it has a ripple effect.

One great way to start to offset the overwhelm and exhaustion is to reclaim micro-moments of rest for yourself. Think of them as “reparenting” opportunities. These are mindful, intentional pauses that help you come back to the present moment. This is especially true when we go on vacation, and is a requirement of everyday life.

This means when we feed our kiddo, are we also checking in to see if we’re hungry? When you’re making your kids a snack, what if you made enough of it so you too could nourish yourself? And, when you ask your kids to come and sit down to eat it, you took your own advice and put your feet up? Or, the next time you wash your kid’s hands after school, take a moment to wash your face and slow down to apply some lotion on your hands and face. Breathe in the delicious smell of this lotion.

So often, women tell me that they make just enough smoothie or kale chips, breakfast or snacks for their kids to eat, but don’t consider their own basic needs. I am not exempt from this – i put out my kids’ vitamins while they eat their breakfast and totally forget my own supplements. They are RIGHT THERE besides my kids’, for goodness sake! Burnout manifests when we set impossible goals AND have internalized the belief that we are meant to tackle the load on our own. Being busy is not the same as being productive. Busy is a reaction to the tasks you have to accomplish whereas productivity is PRO-active and has a larger goal and purpose.

My kids are teens now and travelling with them looks different than it did when the were young. I may not be as touched out as i once was. Mainly because my kids are taller than me now – i have not held their hand in years. I still make sure they are close by when in crowds and ensuring the necessities are packed – like toothpaste, swim goggles, and phone cords. That mental load is a checklist i start writing down weeks before the trip. And while it falls on me now, it is a task i take to heart and is part of my mothering job description. My partner balances it with his own list and load – car rentals, mapping our journey, and learning about the history of the places we go to.

We might be touched out by all the work of motherhood. Maybe the burn-out we are feeling is in fact overwhelm due to our flawed society that still wants us to believe we are naturally meant to be caregivers first and foremost. The mental load we are carrying is not meant to be ours alone to hold. What we call our fault or guilt is our overculture’s false narrative pushing down on us to keep us too tired to make change. To keep us too busy to notice the system is flawed. We are not a failure – the patriarchal, white supremist system is flawed and failing US.

“May this shed a light on the crooked path of motherhood. Momma Zen by Karen Maezen Miller.

One of my favourite podcasts, Moonbeaming, had Amelia Nagoski on it to discuss burn-out from a feminist lens. It was great, and also used a magnifying glass to look at the burnout mothers experience. It’s worth a listen but here is a great quote that really landed for me: “Nothing is going to happen until more help is given.” Here, Amelia is referring to the need to ask for and receive said help, to not continue identifying with the primary lead parent / default parent tension.

We need to remember that postpartum resilience isn’t something that just happens magically in our DNA. We need to build the structures in place so we feel more supported. It’s not just babies that need to be cared for when they become, it’s also new parents.

Rest is whatever refuels us. Taking time to rest is what helps us attune back to ourselves and rebuild our connection to our own Self. When this gets to happen, we can re-orient back to our Inner Mother and the intentions we have as a parent. This is why it helps to carry our own Vasalisa in a pouch wherever we go, as a guide for the initiation that is motherhood. You can think of this as a reparenting reparative experience: We need to do the work to heal. Some things to pack that can help this messy transition into parenthood are:
🌀Having even one or two folks who are further along in their parenting journey as mentors or guides
🌀Reading the plethora of books that exist now more than ever before (but this also adds to mental load)
🌀Getting to visit with the other parts of us that are not connected to our mother role – this includes time to rest, play and be our fullest self when on vacation.
🌀Joining a group and being part of a village of supporting each other and being witnessed in this transition
🌀Ask for help – seriously do it, just call Vasalisa’s name
🌀This “hell” has a name – uninitiated parenthood – so learning about matrescence can lessen this feeling when reclaim it as a sacrifice and rite of passage

The hell is what you make it and it doesn’t have to be this hard.

Asking for help is a key part of meeting our needs as well as modelling that doing so is a sign of strength and part of being a human. We may not get our needs met or the request may not be fulfilled, and yet it’s worth speaking up for ourselves. Why? Well, because a take-away we experience is the truth that we matter enough to ask for help or support even if it can’t be given. This heals the wounded parts of us that remain present in our inner system. They get the gift of an unburdening and evolve into a more helpful agenda. It also helps us not hold resentment towards our own children for the freedom they have that we didn’t receive. We oscillate between anger towards our children and people-pleasing them, as ways to not repeat what was hard for us as children. Neither of these tensions heal our parts. Mainly because they have agendas that are polarized – one is advocating for our own needs alone and the other prioritizes our children because we are afraid they will also feel unloved otherwise.

Remember what i mentioned above, about our “parts?” Our real-life children are not here to heal our unmet needs from our childhood, so cannot heal attachment wounds. It is our responsibility to ensure that the children are taken care of and that’s what we also need to learn how to care for our Self – to soothe her so that we don’t repeat what we inherited.

“A tremendous amount of healing comes from loving ourselves through motherhood, and then witnessing the gift of our healing as it’s shared with our children.” Anne Morrow Lindbergh

And, in case you don’t believe that we model what we need with our children, here’s a funny story that may help. My daughter had a dance recital and when the teacher asked the students what something they need to do this weekend, after the answer is, I’ll take a bath or have a nap my daughter said “ask your parents if they need help.” Not only was I beaming with pride and excited that she knew that and said that answer, I was also proud that my kid was the one that reminded everyone that we all need help, and our kids are members of our home environment. For the record, we are not asking them to take over the adult jobs, but to contribute and to learn how to care for things so that they will know how to do it one day. They also need to know that we are also not superhuman.

Witnessing my daughter say this helps me trust that my kids know me and what I need, at least in theory. So when i heard her say it, i exclaimed with joy “that’s my kid!” She came up to me after and told me how much her friends loved my excitement and called me an icon. That is a win!

So, the next time you travel, feel overwhelmed, and need to rest, make sure you remember to ask Vasilisa for help! You are never alone.

Sweet (Inner) Child of Mine

Earlier this month, a poem went viral. At least it did on my Instagram feed. Maybe you saw it too? I loved it for its simplicity and also for its depth in reminding us that we can always make time for our younger selves.

In fact, for one of my 28 Days of Self-Love prompts, i did a version of it instead of writing from my future self as per the suggestion. I love writing, and especially poetry. Poetry is what literally got me through my darkest days in my youth, and it is still something that i turn to again and again, for solace and support.

The Brunch Date
I had coffee with my younger Self today
We were both early and sat with our backs to the wall
She had a cappuccino with soy milk
I had an americano.
We talked about her biggest dreams
I let her know they had come to life
She was amazed to learn that this could be true

And i told her to be patient
To stay on the path of her own life
To choose herself again and again

She had a short pixie cut and wore low cut jeans
And was a bit surprised by my long wavy hair
My red lipstick and flowy dress
She asked if i still listen to Mazzy Star and Depeche Mode
I reassured her that they will always be my first love
I have found my voice and kinship in women’s circles
I let her know that dancing is still my best medicine
And i have found my way back to the Goddess
I thank her for buying my first oracle deck
I give her the news that I’m partnered in a wonderful marriage and
Have two kids of my own

She asks me what my secret is that i found this life
I tell her i did the work to break the cycle
I stared my shadow parts in the face
And i embraced them

I saw her for who she is
In her fullness
Knowing that is all she ever wanted

I walk her to her bike as she makes her way to work at the shelter
We hug and i sneak a glass bottle of rose oil
In her basket to remind her that she is magic
~ vania sukola

Speaking of spending time with your former self, I saw My Old Ass recently. It was such a lovely movie with some sweet surprise twists. I won’t ruin it for you but let’s just say that i love how it addressed anticipatory grief, how to be present with your life right now, and not take it for granted. And remember, my word of the Year is Presence and i definitely noticed this message. One of the lessons in the movie was to carve out intentional time together, to not take this precious time for granted. This also allows for space to have the real talks.

I’m taking this lesson to heart now that my kids are teenagers. They are the age i was when i really started to want to have my own voice and autonomy, and also to be seen for who i was. And yet, i also still needed guidance and information. This is what Gabor Mate talks about – we all need Authenticity and Attachment. I am noticing now that my teenagers are making new friends and decisions, it’s time for me to upgrade my skills and understanding as a teenage mom. Some of the things i never got to experience are getting in the way.

Take the topic of dating for instance. My daughter has told me that she wants to go on dates with her crush. This is something i so desperately and needed to talk about my own mother and yet i couldn’t.

I am still finding this new terrain challenging. It sure looked familiar on the onset, especially as i used to be a youth shelter worker. I think i forgot along the way just how old i am. I took the compliments from my kids’ friends in stride: Did you know that my house is ‘house goals’ and also that i’m a ‘vibe?’ I also like to think of myself as a mom others will want to come to for the big step, to be their village auntie.

And yet, now i’m sitting with some big parent decisions – how to navigate dating, gender identity, next steps in life and catching my kids in their lies and goodness. A part of me sure misses the ease of two-year old tantrums over snowpants or steamed broccoli. I really identified with being a School-Age Mom.

All of this has brought me back to my own childhood and the mother i wanted to be. That meant seeing the one i had and also grieving the one i needed, not the one i had.

Last year, Glennon Doyle posted about her work with her own inner child. She wrote about her little kid self using four categories: her likes and dislikes, what her main needs were and what i would tell her now. I thought I might do the same here today, to introduce you to this powerful exercise, as a way to acknowledge your own Inner Child Part, and perhaps receive a healing reparative experience as well.

Meet Lil V
Her Likes: Strawberry Shortcake dolls, unicorns and mermaids, ballet classes and pointe shoes, Goonies, reading , swimming in the ocean, Punky Brewster, New Edition, hiding in the lilac bush, parties in the Florida room, writing in her journal, playing in the nearby creek with friends, making friendship bracelets
Her dislikes: yelling voices, angry eyes, bracing for bad moods, being told that her anger is not allowed, not having a say in what she wore, eating meat

Her Main Needs: time alone, openness (in schedules, spaces, hearts, minds), soft fabrics, cuddles, ambient lighting, artistic ways to express herself and her truth, to be seen, heard, met, understood, and empowered, to have her feelings matter, to dance and listen to music she loves

What I Tell her Now: You matter. I’m so glad you’re alive. I see you for your fullness. I hear you and your brilliant soul. I love all of you. I’ve got you. I’ve got it from here. Whenever you need this reassurance, let’s have a date with cocoa and collage. We can cut our favourite pictures while we chat and catch up.

I have some to some realizations lately, as i heal my Parentified Child Part. I became a therapist because i was my mom’s when i was a child and throughout my teen years, albeit a shitty and unqualified one. For years, i thought that my core wound from childhood manifested into being a People Pleaser. I think that was a Part’s way to handle things but my wound was in fact worthiness – i made myself small and struggled with speaking in groups because i learned i didn’t have anything worth while to contribute, that my own feelings and thoughts didn’t matter.

That has been my healing over these past few years.

Inner child work can be the balm my tender heart needs in order to show up in the present (wow, i didn’t even do that on purpose) and also hold space for all of my own Parts. For me, that can be having a hot cacao and calling in the energy of Lil V, writing a poem or reading a favourite one, or it can be listening to Mazzy Star or re-reading a favourite book from my teen years. It is also speaking to my younger Parts with love and reverence, and letting them know i see them, they matter, and i have a plan. Maybe you feel called to do some writing as well. If so, this old journal article that i wrote many moons ago, may be a great guide – it offers steps to be with your Inner Child and write a letter to them.

It also means reading about adolescence and updating my skills and knowledge. This is a corrective experience for me as my own parents didn’t do this work, partly because the abundance of books didn’t exist back then. Luckily for us, they do now. There are so many books, podcasts, and resources that can be a guide for us as parents. Some of the books that i have found to be mentoring along this new path are How to Hold onto your Kids by Gordon Neufeld and Gabor Mate, Jessie Harrold’s book Mothershift, and i’m about to reach <em>Untangled by Lisa Damour.

We repeat what does not get repaired so spending time with our younger selves offers a reparative experience for them. It also helps me hold space for the versions of me that did not get what they wanted, without also getting in the way of what my kids need now. My children are not me, so what they need may not be the same.

Self-Care is Honouring my Truest Self

At a special Tarot reading to start the year, I pulled the Empress card. This card is all about self-care, and as this year is about Soft Strength, i felt this call to care for myself really spoke to me. It is when we deem we are worthy of care that transforms us from a capitalist model to a de-conolozied way of embracing rest as our birthright.

I know that self-care has been given such a negative wrap and yet I think it’s also because it’s misunderstood. As a life-long fan of it, i want to write this article in its defence.

Like many of us, I’ve come to the realization that self-care isn’t bubble baths and pedicures just for the sake of them. Self-care is a way to enhance our life and ensure that we’re living with our own needs and love in mind. It’s also a way for us to get more Self energy in our body. When we’re working with an internal systems framework in mind, when our Parts are activated, they take us away from Self, so giving ourselves Self-care is actually a way to get a more felt sense of compassion, calm, connectedness, courage, creativity, curiosity in our bodies; thus Self energy. So self-care is about helping us stay in Self and not get pulled into old defaults or systems that no longer serve.

Does this sound like a bunch of crap to you? I get that, as i’m noticing that i’m speaking in therapy speak here. So let me back up and explain it with some context.
First of all, self-care isn’t about self-regulating or soothing ourselves. It’s actually about enhancing our life by giving ourselves the same care we give others. And I think it can be especially hard for those socialized as women or carers of others.

Self-care helps us stay in what we call Self energy in IFS therapy. It’s about tending to our inner system so we stay present with what is right here right now. In order for this to happen, we might need to learn new activities, exercises, practises or resources to help us do just that.

So think about what books, people or practices help you stay connected with yourself. What manifests feeling compassion towards yourself, or gives you the felt sense of creativity or curiosity What activities help you feel confident with your Self or calm?

It’s when we do these practices that help us enhance our lives that we are also nourishing our soul.

For me, it’s getting time to myself on my SUP board. I don’t get to do this often, and it’s just the ticket for me. When i can’t always get on it, i use this practise of somatic mindfulness to get me to recall a time that i enjoyed a ride. It’s a short cut and works really well. If you want to know what it is, it’s the time i was on my board among dolphins in the Gulf of Mexico – pure bliss.

As folks who live in this time and place, we are conditioned to be busy, to do things, and to hustle hustle hustle. Patriarchy, white supremacy, and capitalism all urge us to be busy and productive. As women, we also face the added challenge to give of ourselves, from our own backs and bodies at times.

I read this great post recently by Rocio Rosales Meza, where she proclaimed: “You are not burnt-out, you are colonized.” It reminded me of the term Patriarchy Stress Disorder (PSD). Dr. Valerie Rein coined the term and describes it as “this trauma creates an invisible inner prison, that holds them back from stepping into the full power of their authentic presence, unbridled joy, outrageous success, freedom, and fulfillment. This is where women feel stuck in their lives, with this persistent inner voice that wants more out of life. They feel guilty for the life that they have and then numb the feeling with all the self-help things we are taught to do. You know what i’m talking about – yoga, therapy (i see the paradox here), exercise classes, books, retreats. They look for solutions to fix their life but they are looking in the wrong place – thinking it’s ourselves that we need to fix, not the ill-fated and misguided framework of patriarchy and culture at large.

Repeat after me: I am not a personal improvement project. I am also not the problem to be fixed.

Self-care is a bridge – a portal to living a life that is more aligned with your fullest self. That includes accessing a felt sense of joy, and being present with this moment right here right now. It is about shifting from one state to another one that is more ‘you.’

Your body mind soul need to be tended to, cared for. That means you need to listen to their needs. What is your body needing right now? What might be soul vitamins or a brain massage?

Self-care has a role, but is not the answer. The degree it can help you is in the proportion to how much the need is to alleviate the hurt being done. Burnout comes from a push for perfectionism, toxic productivity and poor boundaries. Ultimately, self-care is about taking the theme to access the things that make you feel like your truest Self. It is an intentional practice that enhances your life with meaning and pleasure, presence and love. It is what nourishes you as a whole being, not just the Parts of you.

What happens is we begin to experience a paradox: we not only over-give from ourselves but also under-receive. (Thank-you to Sarah Jenks for this insight.)

Let me explain this with a personal reflection that really took this home for me. I was lamenting to my partner about my workload, and struggling to take a longer vacation time off. I want to take a full month off in the Summer, but find it hard to navigate this with clients’ needs as well as my children’s. He listened to me and then stated that it’s good to be needed. It meant it as a compliment to me, a professional caregiver and mother. I told him I am needed too much and what I want is to not be needed for a break. What i would love is to be the receiver of such care.

I am more than the roles I play or the work I do.

Here is a helpful question to ponder: What makes you come alive?

Practising this helps me have space to do things i love, and not to accept things with compromising or giving up. This is especially true about my own happiness. It means also accepting what capacity i have in that moment so that i do push myself. This is a practice of Radical Acceptance of good enough.

“I will never have this version of me again. Let me slow down and be with her.” Rupi Kaur

This reframing, or rather reclamation of the concept of self-care is especially potent for mothers and folks who are actively parenting children. It is a necessary practice in early postpartum, so that we don’t get lost in parenthood. It is also true that it is not enough to ‘self-care’ the challenges away. This article by Motherly demonstrates this further. Thanks to the research of Stephanie Knaak, via Olivia Scobie’s book, Impossible Parenting, we know that there are key resilience factors to consider in postpartum that ensure a healthy matrescence. You can see from the list below that self-care is only one of the factors. I added a couple of factors that i have found incredibly important as well:
*Be baby ready
*Self-care routine
*Self-regulation of emotions and stress
*Helpful community and aligned vision
*Have realistic expectations for yourself and others*Know your core values
*Recognize your Motherline
*Have time to yourself and the other identities that fall outside of mothering
*Find moments of joy and gratitude
*Do not compare yourself to others or get stuck in comparative suffering

In case you need a bit more anecdotal evidence, i’m going to dare to take us back in time to April 2020, when we were all sheltering at home. I knew that i couldn’t just work from my bedroom and parent each day, day in day out without fail, without also tending to my own soul and care. So i created a recipe for daily self-care for my family: We had to laugh a little, move a little, cry and feel when called to do so, make time for connection with each other, and breathe and rest.

Looking back, i know i did this as a way to ensure i accessed Self energy, as that was tested a lot back then. I was pulled into a lot of Protective Parts activation and survival mode, and yet i knew i was safe in ways my younger Parts did not. That’s a key piece – i wasn’t laughing at myself, or spiritually bypassing what i was feeling. Rather, i was using what i knew were playful and persistent remedies to get into Self. When i was committed to it, it gave me perspective to catch when my Parts were online and wanting to take over. This made me feel more alive, versus the empty shell of me. This reframe was especially important because i was catching myself fall back into old trauma vortex tendencies, the trauma responses of my younger years.

Self-care is about updating your internal system to move you into your truest self. And with that in mind, i’m going to go indulge in decadent bubble bath now.

“Keep good company, read good books, love good things and cultivate soul and body as faithfully as you can.” Louise May Alcott

My Magic as a Mother

My children are not young school-agers anymore. With that comes new ways to care for them, as well as the balance of joys and problems that come with this developmental age. And yet, this is the stage of life that i know well – i studied human development and specifically adolescent psychology in my undergrad and was a youth shelter worker in the beginning period of my career. In fact, one of my favourite jobs was going to middle and high school classes to talk to students about healthy relationships, puberty and self-esteem.

My kids may have a different idea about me doing this with them though.

I also remember my own pre-teen and teen years more than my childhood.

My eldest is adjusting to high school. I spoke about this Rite of Passage before. With all its curve balls and adjustments to embrace, one thing continues to be evident: They come to me to talk about the stuff that i deem important and know something about. I may not be good at math or science homework, but i am so here for chats about friendships and heartbreak.

Here’s another example of a work-in-progress: I recently learned about some very upsetting incidents at my daughter’s school. Boys in her middle school said intentionally provocative and violent things about their female classmates. My daughter shared only part of the story with me, and kept out the main concern – the gender-based violence that these words represented. Of course, i quickly found out because our small school is a village and the news was passed around. I’m so grateful for this.

It has prompted me to be more intentional with how i address the things that are important to me as a mom.

When i was talking to my kid about this incident, she shared that she was uncomfortable because the topic (with her parents specifically) was ‘cringy.’ She assumed that i also felt this way when i was a 12-year old having these talks with my own parents. Little did she know that i desperately needed and wanted these talks. I did not get to have these conversations at all, and was alone to carry the feelings and confusion, let alone the decision about what to do about the hard things i lived through as a teen.

And i had more than my fair share of hard things.

Out of the talk i had with her, as well as ones i have shared with other mothers in our community, i realized i have something to offer our community: a circle for our children and us together.

I have found my magic as a mother: I can talk about things like puberty, healthy realtionships, and hard emotions and also WANT TO, and i can offer a community gathering (aka Circle) and build a container for this topic, and more like it. I even have a name for it – Seed and Snake. I’ll leave the explanation of this for another time.

I wholeheartedly believe we all need a village to care for each other. I love the reciprocity of support and guidance we can give each other. I am so ready to shift away from an individualistic care model, and one that sees village aunties and wise elders as the valuable members they are. Of course, i also see that no one is going to care for my children like I do. They won’t have my kids’ best interests in mind: rather they will have their own core values and instincts at the forefront of their support. Being at the centre of my children’s needs is my maternal, feminine responsibility and mine alone. My partner, their father, also has his own gentle masculine way to guide them.

This is the balance of finding a new way – an old way in fact – that is post-colonialist, and not patriarchal. It is the both/and of feminine flow and seeing we are stronger in community, versus taught to believe we are vulnerable and weak when asking for support.

Motherhood unveils our mortality. It reveals our inability to control everything. It is as much tethered to grief as it is the experiences of joy and love. It is the practice of loving so much and the inevitable letting go.

Any Dally shared these powerful words: “There have always been mothers, but motherhood was invented.” What does she mean by this? She goes on to say: “Each subsequent age and society has defined it in its own terms and imposed its own restrictions and expectations on mothers. Thus motherhood has not always seemed or been the same.” She wrote this in 1982, in her book Inventing Motherhood.

When we see that motherhood is a social construct, it creates space for us to become empowered and have agency to transform how we experience being a mother. Sophie Brock, a sociologist who specializes in matrescence today shares that “this understanding unlocks our power in redefining ourselves, reclaiming our experience, and moving towards revolutionising motherhood – for us and future generations.”

It’s also important to note who are mothers, be it via birth or adoption, and not all folks who birth their child identify as mothers. Not everyone who cares for their child in a maternal way is a mother. And at the same time, mothering is a verb that characterizes the act of caretaking with compassion and presence. This is part of the social construct.

Matricentric Feminism is a theory within feminism that centres mothers’ experiences. Coined by the feminist scholar Andrea O’Reilly, it intentionally looks at the context and challenges of mothers today. She claims that motherhood is the ‘unfinished business’ of feminism. While i do not totally agree, i understand her view. As more and more research and discussions are being held about matrescence, maternal load, and maternal mental health now, we are seeing a boost in the role and identity that the term ‘mother’ is tethered to. So, it’s important to look at the psychological, socio-cultural, economic, and political pillars that impact this identity. Having an active voice and reminder of the experience and plight of mothers is essential because it is us who have to keep cleaning all the finger-prints of our children and patriarchy alike off the glass ceiling. The ceiling may be higher and we have some more room, but it is still nonetheless present – and as oppressive as ever.

At the root of matricentric feminism is this reclamation – that being a mother is a powerful role to have. It is in fact the predominant role of all life – creating, giving birth to, and raising humans. It is about embracing a maternal energy, regardless of our gender. This is not easy to do in a society that still clings onto a patriarchal worldview. We are given a load to carry through the matrilineal burden of mothering – a verb now versus an identity alone, and yet being a mother is a role that is undervalued.

Understanding the social construct of motherhood “allows us to embrace and acknowledge the deep personal growth that can come from becoming a mother, coming to know ourselves in a completely new way, stepping into our power and experiencing fierce love and transformation. This understanding unlocks our power in redefining ourselves, reclaiming our experience, and moving towards revolutionizing motherhood – for us and future generations.” Sophie Brock

Here is the glass ceiling showing up again: We will never be good enough when judged according to the standards of the perfect mother, because we were never MEANT to be. This is impossible: The dial keeps changing, the room feels more spacious. That has been the biggest magic trick of all. “The problem is NOT with mothers not being good enough, not doing enough or not juggling well enough. The problem is the way the ‘tank’ of patriarchal Motherhood has been constructed and the rules that are written on it.” Sophie Brock

When i started to see how i was internalizing patriarchal mothering, i was first surprised that i could succumb to this. As a feminist myself, i understood the mom shame and guilt i carried was not mine. It was not my mother’s hand-me-downs either but something i definitely inherited. So i did something about it. Little by little, i have been taking off these emperor’s clothes that never fit me, and instead putting on my favourite magical cloak of feminist mother.
It’s been a healing, messy, and reparative process. It’s like i’m learning new magic tricks, ones that have been hidden in the dusty books at the used bookstore.

For instance, I took my kid to her first music concert earlier this year. It was a pretty reparative experience for me. My own parents not only struggled to ask about my interests, let alone embrace and encourage them. My mom had a much better sense of what i liked than my dad, and yet there was no way i could ask them to take me to a concert or the event of last year, the Eras tour Taylor swift movie.

I don’t want to be my children’s friend. I want to honour the relationship we have. In fact, having a hierarchy is okay – more than okay. We are our children’s teachers and elder (or at least we should aspire to be). We are not equal. That doesn’t mean i can’t also be a part of my child’s life, and let them know that what happens to them matters to me; what matters to them matters to me as well.

When i was a new mom, i needed others with shared values and rhythms. A pregnant person needs others to protect us who are NOT in early parenthood too – it’s a circle of life after all. What i now understand is that we also need to not feel guilty when we enter a different stage of life. I will always be a mother but i don’t have to solely mother in my daily life.

Of course, i am still a mother and identify with my role of Mother. Now that my children are older, though, i get to find this balance of life everyone talks about like it’s a treasure.

Let us not take it for granted that we can heal our mother wounds and be cycle breakers. We can be the mother or parent our children need, and also be a mother to ourselves, our community, and be a voice for change. Being maternal is for any gender to access.

Let us birth a new way.

How to get Ready for the Fall: Stepping into Being a High School Mom

September is the second January, a time for new beginnings, and also the ending of things. One has to go with the other; one in fact necessitates the other. As Jessie Harrold puts it, “while you are becoming, you are also unbecoming.” This is the dance with grief, and not being afraid to notice it in the corners of your inner dance floor.

It can be as simple as the new season meaning the end of the previous one. Where i live, that means the end of Summer and a crash into Fall. I can’t help but notice that it’s not just leaves and ripe apples that fall to the ground, but us as well, when we are faced with the reality of this change. It does come all at once. So it can be dysregulating, or at least a bit jarring, so we need to slow down and brace for it.

For those of us with school-age kids, it means the end of a summer or seasonal break. However it looked and especially if it meant a bit of ease off the routine and time off for yourself from other responsibilities. If you love Summer like i do, it also means intentionally relishing every last drop of that watermelon, the warm lake water, the fluttering of butterflies.

Not all of us have children, and yet September does mean a fresh start, whether it is for our own work or school programs, or digging up our wee gardens and their bounty. It also means preparing for the cozy season of Autumn.

“I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again.” ~ Georgia O’Keefe

I am faced with this reality of many new things at once – not just the rotation of Earth and a new season, but as a mom to teens, i now am officially a high school mom. This is a messy and pivotal practice of Radical Acceptance.

There i said it – i am a Mom of teens now. This is a new Rite of Passage of Matrescence. I was just starting to get comfortable with my role and identity as a school-age mom (and i guess i still am with an 11-year old). And yet, i am at this threshold, this sea change of not quite a high school mom, but no longer just a mom to young kids.

One thing i’m noticing is that I’m more familiar with this age because I remember my teen years more. Maybe that is what’s guiding me and also adding a bit of anticipatory worry to my body. My own teen years were not easy, and the start of high school was especially messy and jarring. So, now i need to create a Nurturing Shadow Part for my own Inner Teen who is very much present for me now. Thank-you Rachel Macy Stafford for this reframe!

When i’m faced with this crossroads, i’m using what i know about Rites of Passage to hold me. Typically, this passage is when we move from one stage of life to another. It is marked with ritual and ceremony. Or at least it is supposed to be. Our culture has lost its way in truly marking this transition. We might host gender reveal parties or proms, but that only acknowledges a part of the story. We need to honour all three stages, otherwise our leap into the new experience can feel untethered and overwhelming. And, if we stay stuck in grieving what was, we can spiral into a felt sense of suffering in our mourning. It becomes more than just the understandable period it is meant to be. We resist the inevitable – the only constant is change.

So, we need to honour the Separation from what we were. That can be in ceremony or ritual. We need to say goodbye. We also need to learn what we need to hold us in the Transition. A map, an elder, a book of common humanity. And we can’t forgo the right we have to be honoured in the Integration. A lot of us get lost in the first 2 steps that we either miss the integration of this new phase in our life, or we don’t become the butterfly at all.

I already had my graduation and experience, and yet it hurts all over again – because it wasn’t held in its fullness. My path on the journey into high school is long over. This is their story now, their growth. Their Graduation comes with honouring endings first. We can’t celebrate until we grieve and close what was, even if it wasn’t always good and roses.

All Endings come with Beginnings
We cannot just jump into this new phase of life, and take it for granted. We do need to grieve or at least say bye to what we are separating from. That’s one reason why i wanted to be a part of my kid’s graduation ceremony planning committee – to honour this transition for them, and to also ensure that ritual and ceremony was bought into it. So, i lead the students in some gentle ritual and ceremony. They have been together for 10 years and i felt this was important to be honoured. We tied string together to connect them, and they all shared kind words about each other. We danced, we sang, and we ate – all good party necessities.

We are both going through our own journey of life, in parallel moving forward direction. One thing i had to reckon with is that my path is a few cycles up the mountain. Whereas they are at the mere precipice of this Hereo’s Journey. That’s why i’m so grateful there are elders to guide us both, to offer a map and lightpost. One such reference is Bill Plotkin’s work on the Five Phases of the Descent to Soul. Our Soul Journey includes Preparation, Dissolution, Soul Encounter, Metamorphosis, Enactment. Knowing there is a map or process helps us feel less alone in the unknown version of our own personal story.

Rachael Maddox does a wonderful job explaining this model in terms of the entry into motherhood HERE. She calls it the Motherverse: the transition and integration of becoming someone entirely new, in this case a mother. In my own work with Kimberly Ann Johnson and the MotherCircle program, this concept is incorporated into the arc of transitioning into motherhood and integrating this identity into all of me.

Rites of passage don’t have to be reserved only for the major stages of life like graduating from university, marriage or childbirth. Any change from a stage in our life is a paradox of no longer being something and not quite being something entirely new yet. It is the fine balance of both/and AND ALSO neither/or. When we honour the initiatory process of transformation, it gives our Soul the gift of maturation.

When i come back to my core values as a mom, these are my guideposts – i may not be there to stop the hurt from happening, but a core value of mine is to be present to love and guide them in ways they need (rather than how i might have needed it). This reframe comes from my Inner Nurturer, the one who holds space for my Wounded Teen.

I am initiating myself into this stage of Motherhood and life. So, as life itself is a living ceremony, i thought it was the perfect time to get a tattoo. Ritual and ceremony are so important to me, and i was pondering how to mark this transition. My youngest kid declared ‘about time, Mom!’ when i told them. And, i do find it a fitting marker – not only am i now a teen mom, i am also entering a new stage in my own life maturation process. But i’m saving that for next month’s journal entry!

I am casting a vision of the future, or at least this first year of high school for my oldest kid. We don’t have to have it all figured out just yet – we are a mere 3 weeks into our chapter of high school. Knowing that there are stages to a Rite of Passage gives me grace – i literally have a grace period before either one of us “has to” integrate and accept this new identity.

When we know that it takes time to transition into something new, this gives us agency and also self-compassion to let the feelings of grief and separation linger. It’s when we get stuck in the grief that it can turn into suffering.