I like to think I’m good at sharing, after all, I’m a mom, so sharing goes with the territory.
“Sure, you can have a sip of my drink.”
“Yes, you can try a bite of my food.”
“Yes, I’ll lay with you for a little bit while you fall asleep.”
“I’ll drop it off for you since you forgot it this morning.”
We moms share, our time, our energy, our heart, our tears. We started out sharing our bodies.
But for me, I have realized that sometimes sharing, the real life, nitty gritty, the struggle, the weariness, the fears, the raw parts of our hearts…that’s a lot harder.
I am good about sharing all the “mom” type sharing, like you mentioned…but when it comes down to me sharing my feelings, fears, etc. I tend to bottle it up and keep it to myself. Or at least until I’m about to explode. My husband can attest to that! I think, as a mom, I feel like I have to be the strong one; I have to be the one that can deal with it all, so when I start to expose the raw parts of myself, then I don’t feel so strong or like I can deal with it all. It’s actually something I’ve been working on for some time now.