let's be real
A mother at my children's school sent out a text the other day requesting help. In a moment of vulnerability, she asked the other mothers if they could take her kids for an afternoon during what was to be the busiest work week of her year.
We all responded that we were happy to help.
Then, on a different text, a friend wrote that she too was feeling overwhelmed and had cried to someone she didn't know well earlier in the day.
It must have been in the air because I too felt a kind of overwhelm and had sent out a request. I was feeling a bit lonely, sad, and disconnected. I needed a plan in place to see some friends. I needed to laugh, eat, and relax. To not do anything or accomplish anything other than connection.
It felt freeing to take the initiative. To speak up. To say what I needed and not wait for an invitation. So much can shift when we articulate what we need. It sounds easy but why does it feel so hard?
For me, I fear seeming too needy, too selfish, too sensitive, too not put together. And what if I am all of those things? So what?
Life is overwhelming. And sometimes it's not. But when it is, we can only focus on doing the next right thing. The thing that feels true.
Glennon Doyle Melton, author of TheNew York Times bestseller, Love Warrior, talked recently to Oprah about divulging her true feelings when another mother at a play date asked her how she liked being a stay at home mom. Glennon revealed that she felt like a dormant volcano, calm on the outside but boiling on the inside with hot lava that could erupt at anytime and kill everyone in the vicinity. The other women in the playgroup looked back at her wide eyed and speechless. So she backtracked and told them how grateful and fulfilling it all was.
"Ok so we're not doing this here", she thought to herself. We're not doing real here.
I think we have all been there before, spoken up and then felt completely humiliated. But the thing is, I think we are ready to stop backtracking. It feels to me, whether it is our age or the age we live in, that we are really ready for real.
When I received that first text from the mom at my kid's school, I was like hell yes I will be there for you. I was also like thank you for being honest and vulnerable and for letting me know when the tides turn and they always do, that I can call you and be real too.
Yesterday, real looked like my baby sitting on the floor putting tampons (straight from the box in case you are totally freaked out) in her mouth. Real looked like an oven mitt set on fire on the stove while I attempted to make dinner. Real looked like me missing my mom and missing my friends who I hadn't seen in awhile. Real looked like shit all over the floor. Real looked like a disastrous mess.
But we survived and I can kind of smile at it now and feel thankful that my house didn't burn down and that my baby didn't swallow a tampon. And that in this instant, my mother-in-law has the baby, the older kids are at school, there is a candle glowing next to me and I can breathe.
Too often we struggle alone. We silence ourselves. We don't want to talk about what is going on, we don't want to bring it into the light. Maybe we fear looking bad. Or we don't want pity. We don't want to burden anyone. Or we feel guilty complaining because it could be so much worse.
And it could be so much worse! We are so fortunate in so many ways. But it doesn't mean that our personal struggles and sorrows aren't real.
I am grateful to the courageous trailblazers out there like Glennon. And my friends. And all of those before us who took risks to be real and speak their truth. Because real is beautiful. We need real. We need real desperately. We need intimacy, tears, connection, courage and kindness too. We need collaboration not competition. We need truth. We need empathy. Not, poor you, but I hear you. Because you matter and how you feel is real. And real is beautiful.