Real Words from Real Moms
Thank you for being such an honest and true voice for so many moms out there.
Jen K.
You help me get through the days when I am not sure what I have gotten myself into and when I question if I am cut out for motherhood. Thank you.
Heather B.
Thank you for allowing me to see the truth that has been staring me in the face and for giving me the strength to move forward with what is best for my children and me.
T.E.
Your writing helps me feel less alone and often gives me the little boost I need to dig deep and keep going.
Jenifer J.
Thank you so much for showing me that Im normal, that mothering my children is an imperfect science of trial and error, and that its okay not to be perfect. Thank you.
Heather W.
Today you bring tears to my eyes. You make me feel like somebody gets it. Somebody understands.
Becky R.
The wisdom you share is life changing and gives me hope in the days when I need it the most.
Kristi B.
When I read your honest reflections, I hear an assuring voice whisper back, You are not alone. Suddenly, my hope is renewed, and Im able to go back to what I do best: loving my people. You have an extraordinary gift for putting into words what it means to accept and embrace the messy, hard, beautiful, sacred moments of motherhood.
Rachel M. S.
I am constantly riding the roller coaster that is motherhood. Thank you for your compassionate and enlightening words of strength, wisdom, and inspiration.
Tash M.
Your words have spoken straight to my heart. There have been times when theyve been my primary encouragement.
Jessi H.
Sometimes your words are what keep me going when Ive hit the wall of patience, energy, and self-confidence.
Kathy S.
T HE B RAVE A RT OF M OTHERHOOD
Details in some anecdotes and stories have been changed to protect the identities of the persons involved.
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Copyright 2018 by Rachel Marie Martin
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Contents
The Guide
Over the past five years, Ive lived what Ive jokingly called a public private life. As youll read in this book, living the private spaces of my life in a public forum was antithetical to the me of most of my life. But going through great changes and having others see and read about the progress has resulted in some very common questions:
How in the world did you change your life?
What steps did you take?
How did you manage change and being a mom?
How did you discover happiness?
Where did you get the bravery?
As a result, in the book process, Ive spent a good year examining my past seven years. I didnt let any nuance sit by the wayside but rather dug deep into the detailsthe emotions, results, choices, and mindsets that led to me reclaiming my life. I mapped my worldthe inner and outer struggles as well as the times of failing and success. Those details?
Thats what this book is about.
But I need you to know from the start that this book is not a linear, chronological story of my progression from poverty to my life today. Instead, it is about the mental determination, the process, the challenges, and the how behind great change.
Its your guide and the answers to those common questions.
You will discover the agreements youve made about yourself, the excuses you give, and why your reality is what it is. But it doesnt have to be what it is. If you dare, if you decide to walk this path, to disrupt patterns that keep you stuck, all while in the midst of motherhood, I can guarantee you that your future will be different.
That is the brave art of motherhood.
Part 1
STUCK IN THE GREAT TENSION
Be brave, says my spirit.
Wait, says fear.
Have courage, says my soul.
Not yet, says worry.
Dare, says my heart.
Rachel Marie Martin
Dear Brave Warriors Journeying Life with Me,
Last year I was in Washington, DC, standing in the front of a room, holding a mic, speaking to a roomful of moms. As I gazed around the room at all the women looking for a word of hope, at all the moms pushing little ones in strollers in the back, at the women daring to dream, I decided to veer from my set script and tell them what was on my heart.
I shared a story of a mom who had seven kids and had the IRS knocking on her door. This mom had less than fifteen dollars in her checking account, but she also had a dream, a target of change, and an old netbook computer her parents had given her for Christmas.
I told those moms how she started to write, to dare to be real, and to spread a bit of hope. I spoke about how she suffered through a divorce and lost everything, yet in the losing, she found herself again. I explained how she got knocked down and how she stood back up, over and over.
I shared how she found happiness again.
I shared how she made a new agreement about worth.
And then I introduced that room of moms to the mom of my story.
Me.
Tears fell freely that afternoon. But they werent tears of sadness; they were tears of hope. I took a risk to voice my story and found a bond with a roomful of women who also wanted the realness of hope. It started as a ripple and began to rush from woman to woman. We all got it; we all knew our fight; we knew we werent alone. The more I shared, the stronger the rush of hope spread.
I knew that was why I told my story and why Im sharing it here.
My story has worth.
Yours does too.
Embrace your story. Share it with others.
And cling to the hope that comes out of it.
Rachel
1
Time Keeps On Ticking
I grew up in the eighties. My kids think its epic how I lived during the generation they now deem retro. In fact, several years ago I flew cross-country to Seattle to visit my oldest daughter, Hannah, who was a sophomore in college. We hung out in her trendy local bakery, and as we ate crumbly gluten-free pastries topped with dollops of fresh whipped cream and sipped our overpriced espressos, she asked, Hey, Mom, do you want to go to this cool vintage shop with me? I know youll love it.
I didnt hesitate to say yes. I pushed my chair back and grabbed my coffee, and together we walked across the leaf-covered street to Hannahs favorite store, while she rapidly talked about how much I would adore this place and all the amazing objects inside.