When I became pregnant I found myself in a world where moms were shaming moms and women were publicly scolding each other for having different opinions about everything from birthing to schooling. Mothers were losing themselves in motherhood, losing there identities and passions and it was scary. Here I was on the verge of the most daunting task of my entire life; motherhood, and I was utterly alone. I felt betrayed by this sisterhood that was supposed to be a support. I honestly thought that woman would come together to celebrate their differences, because motherhood is a bloody circus and you need all the support you can get. Instead it was a condemnation fest of note.
I was shocked!
Being the unfiltered woman I am, I wouldn’t have any of it and so this dream was born. A place for ALL types of mothers. Helicopter or ’let them bleed’ moms, granola moms, working or stay at home moms, married or single moms, natural birth or c-section moms, bottle or breast moms, uptight or ‘go with the flow’ moms, strict or lenient moms, and all the rest. I wanted a platform where I could encourage and inspire woman who were feeling less than good enough. A platform where I could engage woman of all walks of life by sharing my struggles and triumphs. A platform where woman can experience honesty without the condemnation. And so #TheHonestToMomTruth was born.
When I became pregnant I found myself in a world where moms were shaming moms and women were publicly scolding each other for having different opinions about everything from birthing to schooling.
Chanel (the lady behind this site) and I started chatting about my dreams, not just for the blog, but for my career and future. We finally decided that it wouldn’t just be a blog, but a space where I could share my entire journey as a mom, performer and writer. A space where people could get to know a woman who didn’t lose her identity in motherhood, but instead cultivated her character so that even when the kids are gone, she’ll know who she is. I was hesitant at first, but my bestie (I love you Beninca) said that if I’m not going to start believing in my calling and doing something about it, no one else will do it for me and those were the final words I needed to step into this new adventure.
Now, here we are, a few months down the line, a billion voice notes (yes, I am a voice note type person) and few sleepless nights later and so many massages of encouragement. I honest-to-mom hope you’ve enjoyed the ride, so far…