These two words often go hand in hand.
Mothers dealing with meltdowns.
Did you know that mothers can have meltdowns too?
It’s not just the kids!
The Mother Of All Meltdowns (review)
This book is a collection of stories written by mothers for mothers. This wonderful group of authors/mothers are sharing their meltdowns with us. They are letting go and letting it all hang out, so to speak!
Every mother, at some point, inevitably becomes her own worst enemy. In a millisecond, her halo crumbles and she has a moment so crazed it is forever known as the one…The Mother of All Meltdowns.
My favorite thing about this book is the raw honesty behind it.
These are women!
Women like me!
These are mothers!
Mothers like me!
I never thought that anyone could truly understand the insanity that happens during my daily duties of Motherhood. I thought that these meltdowns were things that only happened to me, behind closed doors, where no one could see. No one could know. This book has shown me that I am not alone. That the things that I feel, the words that I say, the things that I do. There is another mother out there somewhere that understands!
That knowledge in itself is liberating!
It made me feel better about being a mother!
To all of us!
Here is one of my MANY mini meltdowns:
Janine from Janine’s Confessions of a Mommyaholic (one of the fantastic authors featured in the book) also shared another meltdown recently.
You can read here full story here!
Melissa from Home On Deranged (another wonderful author featured in the book) shared this gem with me.
We were on a recent outing to Target, had picked up a few things we needed, and as usual, were looking around at all the things we didn’t need, but likely ended up buying. The girls had been asking for backpacks, so we were perusing the selection.
Unfortunately for us, in the exact same place as the back
packs was a Sofia the First rolling suitcase, the carry-on size.
The 3yo was instantly in love and had to have it. Right then. Or she was going to die. We said no, because she already has two lovely carry-on suitcases, and – oh holy crap! – she unraveled. Screaming, shrieking, crying, kicking, sprawling on the floor. And I, who was a little low on my blood sugar – came unglued. In the middle of the Target aisle. As I melted down, words like, “never taking you to the store again,” “never buying you anything nice again,” “stay in your room forever,” were coming out of my mouth. I grabbed the car key from my husband, scooped her up, and headed for the door. She was still screaming and crying, I actually tripped because I was walking a little too fast, and we made it to the car. Where I unleashed on the car tire. I got her in the car, slammed the door, turned around and kicked the tire at least a dozen times. Walked around to my side of the car, hit the window with the palm of my hand about five times. Got in the car to hear her screams, and leaned over and slammed the steering wheel about five times. I wasn’t yelling at her anymore, simply gritting my teeth and talking as menacingly as possible. Suffice to say, we were both seething. I can’t honestly remember how long it took to calm down. The teenage years are going to be such fun!
Tamara from Tamara (Like) Camera (yet another fabulous author featured in the book) shared one of her recent mini meltdowns with me.
This book has been put to go use since I received it. It has helped me through a few of my own “Bad Mother” moments. It was also a comfort while the “Spring” plague gripped me in it’s couch-ridden, death grasp!
If you would like to own a copy of The Mother Of All Meltdowns, you can find it here on Amazon.com. I think this book is fantastic for moms, not only because of the honesty, but because it is an anthology of short stories. SHORT stories because let’s be honest, reading when you are a mom? Ain’t nobody got time for that!
The #NoMotherIsPerfect Campaign!
There is a new community for moms.
A community to rant to.
A community to rave to.
A community to go to for support.
A community to make friends in.
It’s a place to feel safe. A place for support and not judgement.A community for the perfectly imperfect mother! A place where you can let your guard down and talk about the meltdowns, struggles, and less rosy aspects of being a mom…
We are all mothers, we are all women and at one point or another, we are all That Mother. We should be building each other up instead of tearing each other down.