The Story Behind the Podcast
This podcast could be like a real thing. Apparently, it is a real thing. It’s out there, in the world, for all to hear. As of today.
And after listening to it, here’s what I know.
- I say “like” way too much.
- I kind of sound like a valley girl, which makes me sad for my friends who have to listen to me everyday. I’m sorry.
- Rachel is so poised and comfortable in herself and organized. I, however, am not those things.
- I’m late to everything. Literally everything. I’m not sure why or how this happened. But I am. And frankly, this is really hard for me to swallow.
- Rachel asks wayyyy better questions than I do.
- Never in my whole life have I been more thankful for technology than I am right now.
- Never in my whole life have I been more terrified of technology than I am right now.
The podcast has always been on the to-do list, for both me and Rachel. And when Rachel told me last year that we should do one, and call it Mompreneur, I about died.
You see, for almost a year, I was really truly the only mompreneur I knew in person, my age. I was InstaFriends with lots, and many had told me their stories of “back when,” but it was pretty lonely there for a while.
And then Rachel got pregnant, and Knox was born just a short year after Joey. And suddenly, I was not alone anymore.
And though we are going through different stages of motherhood currently, it won’t always be that way.
The first few years, we know now, are so volatile. Every day, month and season is different from the last. And I feel honored that I could help Rachel prepare for what’s next, and that Rachel could simply remind me of what had already passed.
When our boys are older, and maybe going to the ranch together, attending school together, or practicing their fractions together, we will not feel like we are in separate seasons. We will be in the depths of whatever mompreneurism is holding for us right then. And for that, I am excited, and thankful, and so so so honored.
The term Mompreneur for me is so deep.
Mom. Relationship first. I am a mom first.
Preneur. Wealth. Business. I am a successful business owner second.
This is the premise of my life, and the premise of the upcoming Mompreneur : the Course, but that’s another story altogether.
Mom. Then Preneur.
And it’s an interesting place to be, let me tell you…
I’ve always been the Preneur first. The entrepreneur. Entering the business world from the ground up. Having ideas, running with them, making them matter.
And then I became a mom. And then Mom came first. And it was still this idea, this sprint to a finish line, but the finish line doesn’t exist. The race, the hustle, the steady jog to the end never actually ends. Because it’s motherhood. And we can’t ever, not ever, turn that off.
So yes. Mom. Then Preneur.
I had questions. Questions like, how do I prepare for motherhood as an entrepreneur? Is there such thing as maternity leave? How do I help my husband prepare? How do I GET PAID when I don’t work? I have a service based business, but what happens when I can’t serve my clients? These are real questions, questions when you are expecting and have prepared but then suddenly realize that you haven’t so much prepared as idealized, dreamt or pretended to be ready.
And then you’re in the depths of it. Breast-feeding and nipple cream and hemorrhoids and stitches down THERE are real things, that MATTER. And friends MATTER. Even more than your mom might at that moment. Though we all know that mom matters. Big time.
So who is going to tell us? Who is going to help us? I needed someone to help me. Rachel needed someone to help her. And we had these talks, these text exchanges, that needed to be released to the world.
Things about songs by the Muppets that are making us cry and which iPhone apps I actually need and how to tie a Moby Wrap.
Things like what it felt like to birth a child one way, or another way. What it was like to have sex the first time. What it was like to have severe depression, and why we wanted to stay in it for just a little bit longer.
Things like how we want to go back to work, how we feel ok about leaving our child at daycare, or don’t. Things about how we miss our friends or freedom or WINE.
Things that are taboo to say. Things that are hard to talk about. Things that go unsaid because it’s scary and vulnerable and TOO real to share.
We are human, women, and mothers. And what are we going to say to our children when they ask us questions about their penis or the voices they may or may not be able to hear, or JESUS?! How will we choose to respond.
I will respond with the truth. Unfiltered, unafraid. And it’s time we did that for each other too, outside of the comfort of our nursery nursing chair. It’s time tears were shed and laughs were shared somewhere other than our dinner tables. Because we can. And you, momma, deserve it. And so do we.