Permission to Love the Imperfections

by Elizabeth Boyce on September 18, 2013

When I got pregnant with my first baby 10 years ago, I was so excited to have a homebirth. I was fully committed to natural childbirth, breastfeeding, co-sleeping and being an awesome mom. When my son was born, I realized quickly that I loved birth so much that I wanted to become a doula. I read all the books I could get my hands on, went to doula training and attended births. I soon became a certified doula. My main goal: a natural, intervention free birth, beautiful breastfeeding, and happy moms and babies. Many people would say, “Awesome!” After all, if I was busy being an awesome mom, I also needed to be an awesome doula, right? I kept track of all my statistics on natural vs epidural births. I wrote out birth stories for my clients, trying to put a positive spin on interventions, and spent countless hours helping moms breastfeed. Over the course of several years, I continued to support families as a doula and build my own. I soon had 4 children, three of whom were very small. I had nursed two toddlers while pregnant. I still had three children sleeping in my bed. When I went to the mall, I wore two in my mei tais and chased after another. I was an awesome mom and an awesome doula.

So why didn’t I feel like one?  Why did I feel like I was drowning?

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I slowly began to realize that my awesome mom status had very little to do with what I did. I started realizing that I wasn’t really taking care of me, of my marriage, and that caring for my children in a way that made me sacrifice my well being wouldn’t work out well in the long run. When I started to re-evaluate my life, I also started taking a closer look at my job as a doula. I had been photographing births for years, but not seriously. At this point, I decided to forego birth stories completely and replace them with photographs. When I was hired as a doula, I was also hired as a birth photographer.  I started to see births as they were, not how I imagined or hoped they would be.  You can’t hide things as easily in a photograph. Not long after, I started photographing births where I wasn’t the doula. I saw families excited about C-sections! I saw families happily snuggled up with their 2 hour old newborn while they bottle fed her. I saw families go through what I would have considered a tragic birth and walk away elated. My exhaustion as a mom was at it’s peak, my marriage was falling apart and everything I knew to be true and “best” about birth was being put into question.

I felt like a superhero who had lost her cape.

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I won’t say it happened overnight, but I started to shift my thinking. I started to give myself permission to leave my clingy toddler for 30 minutes so I could exercise. I allowed my husband and I to hire a baby sitter for two hours so we had time for our marriage. I allowed myself the ability to enjoy a birth that was full of interventions. I happily congratulated moms who planned a C-section. I stopped trying to convince my doula clients to switch care providers. What I soon realized was that it was never about how something was done. It was always about how you feel about something. If I am breastfeeding but feel angry or resentful towards my baby or spouse or mother-in-law, I am not doing what is best. If I fall into deep depression because I am so sleep deprived sleeping with my baby, I am not doing what is best. If I tell a friend who is planning a scheduled C-section, or bottle feeding, or enrolling her child in kindergarten, or buying them McDonalds not to because I see those things as wrong, I am not doing what is best. And lest anyone worry that I don’t buy my kids McDonalds, you can rest assured that I do. I am human, after all. What I found through all of this was that I wasn’t any less of a person because I bought my children McDonalds. My belief system hadn’t changed, but I had given myself permission.  Permission to love myself.  Permission to love others and to be empathetic to them wherever they were.

Permission to love a completely imperfect picture of my dirty, fighting children who dressed themselves and who had just finished eating sugar cereal.  And to share it online.  And love it.

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We were all born with the ability to choose right and wrong. We were also born with the capacity to decide what is right and what is wrong. You can argue that there are biological or religious truths. You can say that we were created to be a certain way or do a certain thing. The fact remains that there will always be someone on the other end saying you are wrong. Ultimately, it is only your truth. And it is perfectly ok! It is just fine to look at your beliefs and hold strong convictions about them and design your life around them and then live that way. It is not ok to force others, belittle others, judge others, or push others into doing the same. And it is also ok to look at your own life and decide that maybe something isn’t working.

We live in an age where we are connected to others in so many ways. We have social media and email and phone. We blog about our experiences and share our daily trials on Facebook. What happens is that people are far more intimately involved in our lives! And sometimes in a very non-direct way. They think they have the right to say things they would never otherwise say to our faces. We share a beautiful image of our family and it goes viral and all of a sudden people are commenting on our parenting choices! Never in any other time has this been the case. So what does that mean? It means we need to start loving each other. We need to start caring for the person behind an image. We need to stop worrying about how a baby comes into the world and worry more about whether it is loved and cared for. We need to stop worrying how a baby is fed and worry instead about making sure it is actually being fed! We need to accept all families in their unique forms and circumstances and beliefs and traditions. We need to love the diversity that is around us and that makes us who we are.

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I think above anything else, we need to love ourselves. We need to not compare ourselves to others. Learn to be authentic and true to who we are, but first love ourselves. One of my favorite authors, Brene Brown, writes, “Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them – we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.”

When we can step outside our own little box and look at the world through the eyes of others, we not only get to see the world in a new way, we get to see ourselves in a new way. It can transform you… usually for the better.

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Bio:

Elizabeth Boyce is first and foremost the mother of five beautiful children and wife of one amazing Husband.  She is also owns Earth Mama Photography, a fine art portrait and documentary studio located in Dallas, Texas.  She is still an “earth mama” and enjoys bare feet, long skirts, and all things tie dye, but isn’t afraid to feed her kids fast food.  You can see more of her work at www.earthmamaphotography.com

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Jennifer September 18, 2013 at 10:44 pm

I love this.

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Dianne Kerr September 18, 2013 at 11:25 pm

Powerful Elizabeth. Great article.

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Stephanie September 19, 2013 at 8:26 am

Good morning! This post is simply beautiful, and will speak to so many. I am a mom of four and currently studying to become a doula. My family and friends are all well-aware of how strongly convicted I am (about many, many things), and how with nothing but love I can’t seem to stop myself from smothering them with what I feel is best. I have been very concerned with how I will reign in this part of myself as a doula, and I think for now I will just have to bookmark this post and read it on a daily basis. Thank you for taking the time to write it.

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Tatianna September 19, 2013 at 11:12 am

Thank you SO MUCH for this blog. You have NO idea how much I appreciated this. THANKS Elizabeth.
LOVED it. Everything is spot on and 100% true

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Megan September 19, 2013 at 11:53 am

SO. BEAUTIFUL. I really enjoyed reading this. Being a mama is hard on so many levels, regardless of your beliefs or convictions. I had this big long comment in response to the article, but it just didn’t do how I felt about this story, justice. I’m just going to leave it to the fact, that this was a beautifully told story, by a beautiful mama with a wonderful outlook on life. I will be bookmarking to read again in the future. Thank you so much for sharing!

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Marcy September 19, 2013 at 1:41 pm

Thank you for sharing. Love it!

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Carolyn September 19, 2013 at 2:22 pm

Thank you, my friend, for writing this. Everyone needs to hear it – including me! Love you!

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Kara September 19, 2013 at 2:22 pm

This is so brilliant, every first time mother needs to read this and not be so hard on herself!

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Chris September 19, 2013 at 4:24 pm

A beautiful article perfectly stated. Your amazing!

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Amelia September 19, 2013 at 8:07 pm

I didn’t know how much I needed to read this, thank you<3

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Emma September 20, 2013 at 7:51 am

This is lovely, thank you so much.

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Brenda Shumway September 20, 2013 at 8:29 am

This lady is so awesome and I am blessed to share a studio with her – believe me – she practices what she preaches here and I would lick the soles of her sandals because she is JUST! THAT! SWEET!!!

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Auds September 22, 2013 at 3:36 pm

I realize I only “know” you from this article, but I am pretty certain your husband and kids consider themselves VERY blessed not because of any of your accomplishments specifically but because you are YOU! How brave of you to admit how much you’ve grown and changed, and how generous of you to share your thoughts so openly. Thank you, sincerely. A million blessings for you and your family!!!

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Michelle Kagan Sandler September 22, 2013 at 3:45 pm

Great article. I like to think of myself as an “earth mama”- a formula/bottle feeding, c section LOVING mama who made all her kids’ food, grows veggies in the garden, bare feet, long dresses, mostly natural mama. Labels suck and when we try to put ourselves into a box, all neat and tidy, it’s just a big ole’ mess. When my 1st was born I knew breastfeeding wasn’t for me. So I didn’t even attempt it because I knew we would both be miserable. My 3 formula fed kids and I each have incredible bonds, they are healthy and thriving and growing. Everyone has to do what feels right and comfortable for them without letting the loud opinions of others interfere.

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Miranda September 22, 2013 at 5:00 pm

Thank you for writing this. I think we, as people, find it so easy to pass judgement on others for their choices. I try not to, though I fail sometimes, as we all do, especially because I am so often judged. As a mama of 6 with one on the way, the oldest being 8, I get all kinds of comments and assumptions about my family and the kind of people we are and it gets old, not to mention time consuming when people in the grocery stop you to judge before you can move on. Ha! Love and care are what ultimately matter.

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Ksenia Serebryanikova September 22, 2013 at 6:09 pm

thank you for sharing Elizabeth

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Sarah September 22, 2013 at 6:29 pm

Beautiful piece! Keep writing! -Sarah Millar, editor http://www.mamalode.com

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Simone P October 3, 2013 at 9:52 pm

When I saw the title of this, I thought of Brene Brown! I can totally relate to this and am still trying to be a better person and mom. My best friend lives several states away and her mom visited her at the end of her pregnancy, hoping to be there for the birth. Her mom is a teacher and she had to leave before school started. My friend is living in a state where she knows nobody but her boyfriend and his family, so having her mom at her birth was very important to her. Ultimately, a few days before her mom had to go, she had exhausted all the natural induction methods and decided to go with the hormone cream so her mom could be there. When she told me she was getting induced, I was so sad for her. I had a beautiful, natural, hospital birth and I wanted that for her. It took a lot of effort for me to be supportive of her decision, because she was just at 40 weeks and I thought the induction was unnecessary. I chose in that moment to be happy for her rather than judgmental and I’m so glad I did. She wasn’t super happy with the decision herself, and she really needed the support. Her daughter is perfect and beautiful and all worked out ok. I learned that I need to put support and empathy ahead of what my ideal birth/parenting/etc is. Thanks for this reminder!

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Megan October 8, 2013 at 1:09 pm

I really needed to read this today. Thank you.

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katy November 27, 2013 at 2:04 am

thank you for your true honest words. it is an encouragement and reminder to love and not judge.

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Carrie December 9, 2013 at 7:00 pm

Thank you for writing this. My home is falling into shambles around me because I have a hard time putting aside my work or my toddler to take care of it. I feel like I’ve got nothing left at the end of the day to give when my two finally go to bed at 10 p.m. and I’m up editing for another couple of hours.
I’ve just recently started saying “no” to my kids and insisting they leave me be for an hour or two in the morning while I get some basic housekeeping done. I’m teaching my toddler boundaries (she wants to nurse constantly) and my preschooler patience (he wants everything NOW).
Thank you for the reminder to take care of myself!

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