Dropping Out Of The New Mothers’ Group

I drop out realizing we’re a pair 

of mother/child misfits. You, intent on

observation, sitting in place, floppy

and drooly smiled. Me, with my own troubles

keeping my head up, imagine my limited

words sinking against the crowd of high-pitched

verses. Everywhere other babies strive, pulling

their bodies to the unknown. If only we hadn’t been

refused our share of sustenance. Contemplating you,

now slouched and angry, I devise our exit strategy,

which I name–a first time for saving each other

5 thoughts on “Dropping Out Of The New Mothers’ Group”

  1. I used to go to those and always felt out of place. I didn’t have my first baby until I was 38, and all the other moms were younger than me (okay, not all…but it felt that way!) Not going anymore was a very emotional decision. I felt like I SHOULD be going for some many reasons, but I just couldn’t stand it any longer.

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  2. You have to know when to say “uncle.” Some new mom groups are like this. I only learned, by dropping out of the ones that didn’t bring me joy (almost all of them), to surround myself with people that made me and my baby feel good.

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  3. There is profound wisdom and instinct in your decision, as you so artfully convey here…I find it so beautiful that you described the departure of your sweet baby and you as “a first time for saving each other.” Such an ode to mother/child bond! You deserve to be surrounded by people who lift you up, not this circle of folks. You are wise to find new support!

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