I for one, feel a sort of nausea from the thought of adding to the noise of the internet. I feel this particularly in the sphere of “Mommy Content”.

Also, WHY do we need to be labeling everything on the internet “content”. And WHY do we have to call it “mommy content”? It feels like I’m living in a satire at this point.

If you’re a mom who is reading this, you probably get it. You probably have or have had an Instagram account full of “influencers” (another nauseating internet term) who range everywhere from guilt-inducing parenting idealists to mommy vloggers milking their SAHM lifestyles for every new subscriber, to hilarious and authentic members of your online mommy community.

I am of the belief that, when it comes to the input I need as a mommy, the less input from people I don’t know the better.

I was that mommy in my first year of motherhood with a constipated infant, raging hormones, and a relentless stream of self-doubt hounding me.

I turned to Google and Instagram and anyone who I thought knew anything more than me, not realizing that doing so added to my anxiety and negative thinking. It took me a while to grow comfortable in my role as a mommy, to trust myself. The calm I experienced the days after deleting Instagram confirmed my suspicion that the online “resources” weren’t truly helping me.

What would have helped me was a relentless voice telling me:

“you’ve got this, mommy. I know you feel uncertain now, but you’ll find your footing soon enough. You can trust yourself.”

That is the voice I hope to bring to this blog.

I hope that there is never any pressure, never any guilt. And if reading my words adds an ounce of stress to your life, you have my permission to unsubscribe and walk away.

But for now, “we’ve got this, mommies!”