Category Archives: Comfort-Zone

Comfort in Numbers: 41, 2, 300…

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Two years ago today, I started this blog with this post. 
Last year, on my 40th birthday, which was also my first “blogaversary”, I posted this:

When I was younger, I really wanted people to think I was beautiful,
then I wanted them to think of me as smart, then I wanted to be funny,
now I just want to bring people comfort.

I got some interesting responses to this statement, you can read them here. 

Turns out it wasn’t just wishful thinking.
Back in September 2011, I didn’t know that in March I would start the Mama’s Comfort Camp group on Facebook, and I certainly didn’t know it was going to blossom into a space where hundreds of moms from around the world would share their deepest thoughts. And when I say hundreds I mean 300. As of today, my 41st birthday, we passed the 300 mark. Wow.
I’m totally floored by that. But it’s not just the numbers, it’s the quality of what’s being shared that really gets me. Mamas are taking the mask off and telling it like it is in the safest space possible: not visible to non-members, no unsolicited advice, lots of permission to have your feelings, and reminders that you are very good enough, no matter how imperfect you feel.

Victims, Victors, and Classes

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Before we delve into this juicy post, please note this schedule change:
The monthly Ithaca Mothers Support Group meetings are moving from the first Tuesday of the month to the first Thursday of the month. Our next meeting is this Thursday June 7th, at 12:30-1:30pm. More details here.

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Does motherhood make you feel like a victim?
Especially if you have PPD or anxiety, you signed up for the most joyful time of your life, and what you got is exhaustion sprinkled with excruciating emotional pain. Feeling like a victim is only natural.

And then there’s victim’s guilt:
I can’t believe I am struggling with motherhood. What kind of person can’t be a natural mother?
I must be weak or stupid or lazy.
Who am I kidding? I’m ALL of the above.

For Mother’s Day: The Pocket of Comfort invocation.

I hope you are having a lovely Mother’s Day. But this day is all kinds of hard. As is motherhood itself.
Today (and everyday) it’s so tempting to measure your success as a mother by what you get from others. Hugs, cards, flowers… But are you measuring the love YOU give yourself? Are you giving yourself any? We all need pockets of comfort, and with all the balls we have up in the air, such pockets better be short and sweet.

Here is one. This pocket of comfort is made of words. It’s  an invocation = a declaration of healing intention. You could also call this a spell, a prayer, or a blessing. The name doesn’t matter. It’s the intention that counts. Words are so powerful, and this invocation is very potent, so help yourself:

  • I am a woman and a mother.
    I nurture. I give to others with love.
    I am learning how to nourish myself with love.

The Mama’s Comfort Camp Group Culture and Gentle Guidelines

This is another post about Mama’s Comfort Camp Facebook group. If you are not already a member, you can find the background story on this special group in this post.

This is the essence of the group culture at the Mama’s Comfort Camp Facebook Refueling Station:

Nourishment. Safety. Sisterhood. Community. Inquiry. Joy. Stomp-ability. Playfulness. Curiosity. Courage. Respect. Permission. Sovereignty. Trust. And above all: Kindness.

Welcome to Mama’s Comfort Camp. You can exhale now. In the safety of this refueling station we focus on meeting needs rather than keeping up appearances or fulfilling expectations. This is a closed group. Only members can see your posts or know that you are here.

Things we talk about:
Motherhood in all its glory and struggles. Parenting. Relationships. Work/life challenges. Identity shifts. Some of us struggle with depression and anxiety. All of us know guilt intimately, and wish to disarm our inner critics. We are all good mothers, and some days are better than others.

Mama’s Comfort Camp Facebook group

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Imagine a safe haven of Self-Kindness and support for moms:

A group in which all of our motherhood struggles are met with understanding, sisterhood, and hugs. Where we can safely spill our guts, ask questions, ask for ideas and commiseration, while knowing that we will not be judged, and not be given unsolicited advice. This group is a refueling station, where mamas from all over the world come together to vent, stomp, laugh, cheer, high-five, and more than anything: share deeply, and support each other in a completely safe space. And we don’t have to get dressed or schlep a diaper bag or car seat anywhere. We can do it all in our PJ, from the convenience of our Facebook streams. Welcome to Mama’s Comfort Camp Facebook group: a pool of resources, a bank of ideas, an ever filling reservoir of eyes and ears and shoulders and hugs.

Yuz takes off the mask

I am beyond thrilled to have my dear friend Yuz here today, all the way from Melbourne Australia. We met online through #ppdchat and fell in love with each other. We have so much in common, PPD and being Jewish are just the tip of the iceberg.  This post is about telling her story on her own terms, how to feel safe enough to to help others while being in integrity with herself. I love her choices and the reasons behind them, and I feel so honored to share this post with you.
If everything goes according to plan, Yuz will join us at the #PPDSpeakEasy support phone chat that is coming up this Tuesday, March 13 at 8:30pm EST. Click here to sign up for this free support call, whether you share your story or just listen, I hope to have you with us. Now passing the mic to Yuz: 

Instead of resolutions: a Permission Slip to Slip.

And the the giveaway winner is: Laura.
Hugs to all who didn’t win this time, more chances coming soon.

This post is dedicated to my beloved #ppdchat friends. I’ve been so consumed  with creating events and classes here in Ithaca, that I’ve been rather absent on twitter. I miss you all, I’ll be back soon.
And of course, to all the Ithaca mamas I was so fortunate to get to know in my UnGuilt Trip class, and the  Mama’s Comfort Camp classes and Support groups, I love you more than words can tell! And to all the local mamas who are thinking of coming to these classes, I can’t wait to meet you!
And to all the far away mamas who wish you could come to these classes — oh, how I wish I could beam you over. And until then, I hope you can join the next PPD SpeakEasy Call on Tuesday Jan.17 at 8:30pm EST.

Special #PPDSpeakEasy comfort camp

WTF world? Why so much pain? Too many people I love, most of them mothers, especially #ppdchat moms, are having a particularly hard time this week.

I don’t usually use the F word here, not even as a letter. But something is going on. Is Mercury in retrograde? Are there storms on the sun? This isn’t funny. Seriously, God, Universe, Lucky Stars, and anything else that matters out there, enough with the pain, can we have some comfort please?

The love and support which have been flying around the twitterland with the #ppdchat hashtag today go to the moon and back, but what I really want is for someone to beam us up to #ppdchat comfort camp, where we could hug each other, roast marshmallows together by the fire, give each other foot massages, and sing together. Some would sing on key, some off, all of us raising our voices together, practically howling at the moon, as we invoke community and the power of love to win over pain.

My comfort zone at 40 and 1 year.

My birth mom never made it to 30. My beloved second mom is in her sixties, and makes it look very good. My over-40 friends make it clear that it’s a really good club to be joining. I am done freaking out about turning 40, and just in time.

I’m going to be 40 in 2 hours. As of this morning, I’m finally ok with that.

When I was younger, I really wanted people to think I was beautiful, then I wanted them to think of me as smart, then I wanted to be funny, now I just want to bring people comfort.

Which is why I write here. I hope you too see ppdtojoy.com as a comfort zone.

Hope in a Phone Call

Yay! Robin is here! With her take on the #PPDSpeakEasy. Because she participated in many — she even hosted one!
And because September will have triple the hope: I’ll be holding three  (3!) support chats, because it’s my birthday, and I am giving back to all of you. So Robin stopped by and invited her friends (Hi Robin’s friends!) to help spread the word. (Scroll down for the date and sharing button.)

Never mind the fact that we are yet to meet in real life, Robin is one of my favorite people on Earth. But you might already know that. Someday (at the next BlogHer conference, maybe?) I will hug her to pieces. If you’ve never been to her blog, I lovingly suggest you take a look.

Passing the mic to Robin: