07. When the end of a chapter is the beginning of something greater
What I thought would be the end of our business, became the best thing that could’ve happened... 7th instalment of the Mother-Artist column
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In the previous entry “the real reason I quit Instagram”, I shared about the mob that came after us on my husband’s 30th birthday.
Thankfully, I didn’t birth our first baby that day, even though I really thought I would. I even went over time and birthed at home almost 3 weeks later.
I don’t remember much from those three weeks.
I can’t read about it either because I didn’t write anything. I just was. As you are sometimes. Existing. In the in-between of something that was and something that will be.
I existed in between a social media artist presence that had been a way that it would never be again.
I was also existing in the pre-motherhood life that I’ll never have again either.
My entrance into motherhood became a twofold transition exiting from an identity into another and it would take some time to recover and reevaluate what would happen going forward.
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We had planned for a virtually supported mother/father leave (virtual in the sense of scheduled posts and automated systems that was going to take care of client acquisition for us). But we were left with nothing wondering if this was the true victory of the mob. An unsupported parent leave.
They wanted us out of the hand embroidery space, because we took up too much of it to their liking. And they got us out, but only partially.