Things have been quiet around here. That’s because I’ve been busy with the Mama’s Comfort Camp.
Do you know about the Mama’s Comfort Camp?
It’s where I share my Self-Kindness work with hundreds of moms from around the world, in a responsive, interactive refueling station you can access from anywhere, anytime, via a private facebook group.
Mama’s Comfort Camp is free and open to moms of kids of any age, from moms of newborns to grandmothers and every stage in between.
We discuss many parenting choices and styles without judgment and our group culture is so steeped with kindness that mothers feel safe enough to talk about the darker sides of motherhood: the anxiety and worry, postpartum depression, guilt, perfectionism, PMS and menstrual woes, lack of interest in sex, relationship struggles…
There are over 800 moms at the Mama’s Comfort Camp. And there’s a website too, which is where I publish my new writings, and I would love for you to visit me there.
Just a few more words about the transition from PPD to Joy to Mama’s Comfort Camp:
When I named this blog PPD to Joy, I thought I had a good name.
Short, catchy, and descriptive of my journey.
I didn’t realize the name was getting in the way, that it was problematic.
Turns out it was very problematic.
The first problem was the PPD: so many mothers don’t want anything to do with the label.
This problem was not that hard to recognize.
The second problem was Joy. This was harder to recognize, but over time it became clear that some of the depressed mothers I was interacting with felt that joy was so completely out of their reach, it was so far behind, and they felt so guilty (and thus undeserving of joy) that they couldn’t identify with the name PPD to Joy, it contained a cognitive dissonance that prevented many moms from benefitting from my efforts.
I also felt that the blog was a bit lonely.
I’d write, and people were moved by my words, but most of the time I didn’t even know who was here. It became clear that it would be good to change the name, and the framework.
Then the Den Mothers and I dreamed up Mama’s Comfort Camp: the online refueling station for moms.
The name was inviting: what mama would object to getting comfort? And there’s no reason to avoid admitting if you don’t have enough of that. And the structure was better. We created a 24/7/365 interactive forum accessible from anywhere. And beautiful things have been happening there since.
Moms need all the support, community, and comfort we can get.
So I invite you to follow me to the facebook group for sharing, stomping, hugging, learning, and brainstorming with mothers from around the world. Because the hard stuff gets easier when we share.