We enter motherhood dreaming that somehow, the little bundle of love that grew inside of us will bring endless joy. We bring high expectations of how everything is supposed to work out, and how it will all change us. And when the reality doesn’t match our imagination, we shrink into feeling lonely and isolated: “What’s wrong with me? Why am I not enjoying this more?”
We don’t talk about it, of course, cause that would mean saying out loud “I’m struggling!” And people judge and other mothers are mean, and we don’t want to admit defeat. “But what more do you want?”, Some say. "You’ve got the perfect family!" And they’re right, of course. From the outside, everything looks perfect.
And so we shut these feelings out. We start eating too many ice creams or
five one too many empanadas; we spend three hours in the gym, pour unreasonable energy and focus into the academic results our children achieve in school. We bicker with our husbands, overemphasize insignificant details and feel that our life simply has no purpose. One day, something happens that will trigger your desire to change and the willingness to rediscover that lost part of yourself. Independent of your children, partner, results or marks accomplished. You, the woman.
Because we’ve been exactly at this point, and we know how vulnerable it is to say “I NEED TO DO SOMETHING FOR MYSELF OR ELSE I WILL COLLAPSE,” we want to offer you a safe place, and a hand holding as you mark the day when you make yourself a priority.
This is a retreat to recharge and heal and ultimately honor who you became in the past years.
We’ll go away for two nights, we’ll move our bodies with kindness and understanding, and we’ll start dreaming about how we want to live our lives. Our hope is that by the end of this weekend, you will find that flicker of inspiration to continue living an intentional and purposeful life.