Why Traditional Meditation Advice Fails Mothers (And What Actually Works)

"Just wake up 30 minutes before your kids and meditate."

I can't count how many times I've heard this advice. Usually from people who haven't been woken up every two hours for months on end. People who don't understand that those 30 minutes before the kids wake up? That's the only sleep I might get. Traditional meditation advice is designed for people with time, space, energy, and agency. Exhausted mothers have none of these things. And I would argue we need meditation practices more than anyone.

So here's why the standard advice doesn't work, and what actually does.

Problem #1: "Find a Quiet Space"

Traditional advice: Create a dedicated meditation space. Somewhere peaceful, away from distractions. Maybe add a cushion, some candles, make it special.

Reality: Sitting on the bathroom floor because it's the only room with a lock. Toddler banging on the door. Baby crying in the other room. Dog barking. There is no quiet space in your house. There is no quiet space in your life.

What actually works: Meditation in the chaos. Eyes open meditation while your baby plays on the floor. Breathing practices while standing at the kitchen sink. Mindful presence while pushing the stroller.

You don't need silence. You need the ability to find your center even when everything is loud.

Problem #2: "Meditate for at Least 20 Minutes"

Traditional advice: Research shows that 20-30 minutes of meditation is optimal. Less than that isn't really effective.

Reality: I have exactly zero consecutive minutes to myself. If the baby is sleeping, I'm either sleeping too, eating something standing up at the counter, or frantically trying to do the seventeen things that can only be done without a baby attached to me.

What actually works: Micro-meditations. One minute of breathing. Thirty seconds of body awareness. Ten seconds of intentional presence.

The research about 20-minute meditations is great. But you know what's more effective than zero minutes of meditation? One minute. Consistency beats duration every single time.

Problem #3: "Establish a Regular Practice"

Traditional advice: Meditate at the same time every day. This builds the habit and signals to your brain that it's meditation time.

Reality: Every day is completely different when you have small children. Wake times vary. Nap schedules shift. Routines are a fantasy. What worked yesterday might be impossible today.

What actually works: Flexible anchors. Instead of "I meditate at 6am every day," try "I take three conscious breaths every time I sit down to nurse" or "I do a body scan whenever I'm lying down with the baby" or "I practice mindful breathing in the car before going into the store."

Attach your practice to things you're already doing, not to a specific time that may or may not exist.

Problem #4: "Let Go of All Distractions"

Traditional advice: Turn off your phone. Close the door. Let go of your to-do list. Be fully present with your practice.

Reality: My phone is my lifeline. It's how I track schedules and reach my partner in an emergency. My to-do list isn't optional. There are actual humans depending on me to feed them and keep them alive. I can't just "let go" of responsibilities.

What actually works: Integration, not isolation. Mindful dishwashing (yes for real, this is a gem). Present feeding sessions. Conscious breathing while rocking a crying baby.

The goal isn't to escape your life. It's to be more present within it. Your meditation practice and your mothering don't have to be separate, they can support each other.

Problem #5: "Focus on Your Breath"

Traditional advice: Simple. Just follow your breath. In and out. That's the anchor.

Reality: Sometimes I realized focusing on my breath was making me MORE anxious. My breathing gets weird when I pay attention to it. Or my chest feels tight from nursing all day. Or breathwork reminds me of panic attacks. I have lots of breath work on my site but also other options exactly because sometimes this does not serve you in the moment!

What actually works: Multiple anchor options. If breath doesn't work, try:

• Physical sensations, aka grounding (feeling the weight of your baby in your arms, your feet on the floor)

• Sounds (the hum of the white noise machine, your baby's breathing)

• Movement (the rhythm of rocking or walking)

• Mantra or phrase ("I am here," "This moment is enough")

There's no rule that says breath is the only anchor. Use what actually helps you stay present.

Problem #6: "Meditation Should Feel Peaceful"

Traditional advice: You'll know your practice is working when you feel calm and centered.

Reality: Sometimes meditation just highlights how NOT calm I feel. I sit down to meditate and immediately notice how anxious I am, how exhausted, how overwhelmed. It doesn't make me feel peaceful, it makes me feel everything I've been pushing down. This happened a lot with a newborn and in my sobriety, and comes up every now and then. I try to recognize it for what it is and be ok with it. Something’s way off, but you can come back. Recenter.

What actually works: Redefining success. The practice isn't working when you feel calm. It's working when you're PRESENT with whatever you're feeling…calm or chaotic, peaceful or panicked. Some days meditation feels soothing. Other days it's just surviving three minutes without running away from yourself. Both are valuable. Both are the practice.

Problem #7: "Clear Your Mind"

Traditional advice: The goal is to quiet your thoughts and achieve mental stillness.

Reality: My mind is a constant tornado of: Is she eating enough? Did I pay that bill? Why is she crying? When did she last poop? Did I turn off the stove? Is she reaching her milestones? Should I call the doctor? What's that rash? Am I screwing up my kid? Is that a chin hair oh no has my husband even looked at me this week? My mind is not clearable.

What actually works: Noticing without judging. You don't have to stop thinking. You just practice noticing when you're thinking and gently redirecting your attention.

The thoughts will keep coming. That's fine. That's normal. That's what minds do. The practice is in recognizing when you've been swept away and choosing to come back. Over and over and over.

What Meditation for Mothers Actually Looks Like

Forget the cushion. Forget the candle. Forget the dedicated space and perfect conditions. Real meditation for mothers looks like:

• Three conscious breaths while your baby nurses

• Five seconds of presence when you first wake up (before the day crashes in)

• Breathing through frustration instead of snapping

• Paying attention to your footsteps during your daily walk

• Being fully present for the bedtime routine instead of mentally planning tomorrow

It's not Instagram-worthy. It's not what meditation "should" look like. But it's what works. And it's enough.

The Permission You Need

You don't need to meditate like someone who has their life together. You need to meditate like someone who's in the trenches of early motherhood. Exhausted, overwhelmed, doing the best you can with what you have.

You have permission to:

• Meditate for one minute instead of twenty

• Keep your eyes open

• Do it "wrong"

• Skip days without guilt

• Meditate while also doing something else

• Not feel peaceful

• Be interrupted

• Start over every single day

The meditation practice that saves you is the one you'll actually do. Not the perfect one. Not the "proper" one. The one that fits into your real life.

Why This Still Matters

I know what you might be thinking: "If I'm only meditating for a minute here and there, barely focused, constantly interrupted, is this even worth it?"

Yes. A thousand times yes. Because even these tiny moments of intentional presence add up. They're training wheels for staying grounded when everything is chaos. They're teaching you that you can pause, even for a breath, even in the middle of everything.

Every time you notice you're overwhelmed and take one conscious breath, you're rewiring your nervous system. Every time you catch yourself spiraling and bring your attention back to this moment, you're building resilience. It's not about achieving some zen state. It's about staying connected to yourself through the hardest days of your life.

What I Do Now

My meditation practice as a mother looks nothing like I imagined. There's no morning routine on a cushion. There's no uninterrupted time. There's no perfect focus.

But there are small wins:

• I take three breaths before responding when I'm triggered

• I do a short body scan when I finally lie down at night

• I practice being fully present instead of mentally reviewing my to-do list

• I tell my partner when I’m feeling frustrated and he gives me time to sit and breathe

It's messy. It's imperfect. Some days I barely remember to do it at all. But it's kept me sane. It's helped me stay present with my daughter instead of constantly living in my anxious thoughts. It's given me a way to be with the hard emotions of motherhood without being destroyed by them. That's what meditation for mothers actually looks like. Not perfect. Just present. One moment at a time.

Start Where You Are

If you're reading this thinking "I don't have time for meditation," I hear you. And I'm not going to tell you to wake up earlier or sacrifice sleep or add one more thing to your impossible to-do list.

Instead, try this:

Pick one thing you're already doing every day. Nursing. Washing your hands. Walking to the mailbox. Buckling your kid into the car seat. Tomorrow, do that thing with full attention. Just once. Notice what you see, hear, feel. When your mind wanders (it will), bring it back.

That's it. That's meditation.

No special space. No perfect conditions. No 20 minutes. Just one moment of intentional presence in your already existing life. And if traditional meditation advice has made you feel like you're failing at this too…please know, you're not failing. The advice is failing you.

You deserve practices that work for your real life, not some idealized version of it. You deserve tools that meet you where you are because you are doing the absolute best you can.

And those tools exist. They're simpler than you think. And you're already capable of using them.

Starting right now. Starting with this breath.

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Postpartum Anxiety vs. New Mom Worries: How Mindfulness Can Help You Tell the Difference

For months after my daughter was born, I kept asking myself: Am I just a worried new mom, or is this something more? I'd lie awake at night checking her breathing. I'd spiral into worst-case scenarios about every little thing. I'd feel my heart racing for no apparent reason. I'd catastrophize about her health, my ability to keep her safe, whether I was ruining her already.

Everyone will say this was normal. "All new moms worry!" "You'll relax eventually!" "This is just what motherhood feels like!" But it didn't feel normal. It felt like drowning.

It took me months to understand the difference between typical new parent concerns and actual postpartum anxiety. And mindfulness became the tool that helped me recognize what was really going on.

What "Normal" New Mom Worry Looks Like

Here's what I've learned: it's absolutely normal to worry about your baby. To check on them while they sleep. To have concerns about their development, their health, whether you're doing things right.

Normal worry:

• Comes and goes throughout the day

• Is connected to specific concerns

• Responds to reassurance (temporarily, at least)

• Allows you to eventually relax or focus on something else

• Doesn't completely consume you

I had moments like this too. I'd worry about whether she was eating enough, call the pediatrician, get reassurance, and be able to move on. Doesn’t it feel so good to lie some worry to rest? The lactation counselor can measure intake and give you so much information! I had no idea!

Those concerns are regular parenting anxiety. Uncomfortable, but manageable.

What Postpartum Anxiety Actually Felt Like

But I knew for me, there was this other layer. This constant hum of dread that nothing could touch. My postpartum anxiety also included:

• Intrusive thoughts that wouldn't stop (What if I drop her? What if she stops breathing? What if something terrible happens?) Maybe a few more too absurd to even write here.

• Physical symptoms: racing heart, shallow breathing, tightness in my chest…even when nothing was wrong

• Inability to sleep even when the baby was sleeping because my mind was spinning

• Catastrophic thinking that escalated immediately (She coughed → She has a cold → What if it's pneumonia → What if she ends up in the hospital?)

• Feeling like I had to be hypervigilant every single second or something bad would happen and no one but me would know, not even my partner

• The worry felt bottomless and reassurance didn't help for more than a few minutes

The key difference: this wasn't connected to reality. It was constant, consuming, and immune to logic or reassurance.

How Mindfulness Helped Me See It

I started practicing mindfulness not because I thought I had postpartum anxiety, but because I was desperate for any tool to manage the overwhelm. Something unexpected happened: mindfulness gave me enough space to actually observe what was happening in my mind and body. And that's when I started to see the patterns.

I Noticed the Physical Symptoms

When I'd pause and check in with my body, I realized: I was anxious in my body even when nothing stressful was happening. My shoulders were permanently tense. My jaw was clenched. My breathing was always shallow. I was grinding my teeth. This wasn't situational worry. This was my nervous system stuck in overdrive.

I Noticed the Thought Loops

When I started watching my thoughts (instead of being completely swept up in them), I saw how repetitive they were. The same catastrophic scenarios playing on repeat, regardless of what was actually happening. A mindful person might think: "Oh, there's that worry again. I've had this thought 47 times today. Maybe this isn't actually about reality."

I Noticed the Disconnect

Mindfulness taught me to ask: "What's actually happening right now in this moment?" Usually, the answer was: My baby is fine. She's breathing. She's healthy. We're okay right now. But my brain was telling me: EVERYTHING IS WRONG AND TERRIBLE THINGS ARE ABOUT TO HAPPEN.

That gap between reality and my panic showed me this was more than typical new mom worry. This was my brain lying to me.

The Practice That Helped

I started using a simple mindfulness check-in whenever I felt the anxiety ramping up:

Step 1: Pause and Notice "I'm feeling anxious right now." Not judging it, not trying to fix it. Just naming it.

Step 2: Check the Facts "What's actually happening right now?" Is my baby in immediate danger? Usually, no. She's sleeping peacefully or playing or nursing just fine.

Step 3: Feel the Feelings in My Body "Where do I feel this anxiety?" Chest. Throat. Stomach. Shoulders.

Step 4: Breathe With It Not to make it go away, but to stay present with it instead of spiraling.

This didn't cure my anxiety. But it gave me crucial information: my mind was generating fear that didn't match reality. I was able to bring my concerns to my partner, friends and family. I was able to overcome this anxiety and these super unhelpful thought patterns.

It’s important to note, once you can observe your thoughts instead of being consumed by them, you may realize: these aren't normal new mom worries. This is a mental health issue, not a character flaw. You may need to talk to your doctor and start therapy. For some women, medication is part of the picture too (and there's zero shame in that). Even with professional help, the mindfulness practices remains essential. They can give you a way to ride out the anxiety waves without being completely swept away.

What I Wish Someone Had Told Me

If you're wondering whether what you're experiencing is "normal," here's what I wish someone had said to me:

Trust yourself. If it feels like too much, it probably is. You're not being dramatic. You're not overreacting.

Postpartum anxiety is incredibly common. Up to 15-20% of new mothers experience it. You're not alone, and you're not broken.

It's not your fault. This isn't about not being strong enough or grateful enough or calm enough. It's a medical condition with biological roots.

You can get better. With the right support: therapy, mindfulness practices, possibly medication, community, you can feel like yourself again.

You don't have to suffer through it. There's this toxic narrative that motherhood is supposed to be overwhelming and miserable. But constant, consuming anxiety isn't a required part of the experience.

How Mindfulness Fits Into Everyday Life

Mindfulness remained a crucial part of my healing. Not as a cure, but as a tool.

It taught me:

• To notice when anxiety was building before it became overwhelming

• To sit with uncomfortable feelings without immediately spiraling

• To come back to the present moment instead of living in catastrophic future scenarios

• To be gentle with myself on hard days

• To recognize the difference between a thought and reality

Mindfulness didn't eliminate my anxiety. But it gave me a way to relate to it differently. Instead of being swallowed by it, I could observe it. "Oh, there's anxiety. It's uncomfortable, but it's not an emergency. I can breathe through this."

If You're Not Sure

If you're reading this and thinking "but how do I know if what I'm experiencing requires help?" here are some questions to ask yourself:

• Is the worry constant and consuming, or does it come and go?

• Does reassurance help, or does the anxiety return immediately?

• Are you able to sleep when you have the opportunity?

• Are you experiencing physical symptoms (racing heart, shortness of breath, dizziness) even when things are calm?

• Are intrusive thoughts interfering with your ability to function or bond with your baby?

• Does this feel different from your baseline anxiety?

If you're answering yes to several of these, please talk to your doctor or a therapist. You deserve support. And in the meantime, mindfulness can help. Not as a replacement for professional care, but as a companion to it. You don't have to figure this out alone. You don't have to suffer through it. Help is available, and healing is possible. You're not failing at motherhood. You're experiencing a medical condition that responds to treatment.

And you're going to be okay.

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The Third Trimester

The notes get fuzzy here. Even with time, the journaling got pushed aside. It’ll happen to the best of us.

While I was dialing work back and nesting, I was still moving at a pretty good clip for most of the time leading up to baby’s due date.

We didn’t talk about birth plans with others, and it was a challenging path to walk, but we trusted our doctor implicitly. As I understand it, with my age and the baby looking great, we were to set a date for induction for many reasons that made sense. Not because it was ‘convenient’ or better for the hospital. I think there’s a general misunderstanding between many moms-to-be and their providers that could be overcome with good communication. I had a great team that wanted to position my delivery and the baby for our best chance at success and I believe that. I could advocate for myself, ask questions, and gain clarity on the logic and process.

Funny enough from my home yoga studio I knew a doula, but she couldn’t go forward with me timing-wise. She referred me out to someone that ‘turned me down’. For real. An email that was like, we’re not a fit. At the time it felt like being dumped or worse, I was so hurt. After the fact (hindsight being what it is) thank goodness. We had our own angels with us.

For the rest of my pregnancy we:

• nested so hard. Built furniture. Arranged and rearranged.

• I threw a baby shower in Austin where I spoke to a room full of women and thanked them for their part in my life, and charged them with having a part in the baby’s. I was proud of that. Oh and we did that while hubby had covid. Thumbs-down emoji on that.

• Took my mom and mom-in-law to a bonus ultrasound and scan. Since I’m old, the moms didn’t have our fancy tech when they had babies. Very cool to show them their future grandbaby. Highly recommend.

• I worked. I ate pizza. I did yoga. I napped hard. I did my face and hair and took a million bump photos. I went out to the lake in a bikini. It kind of felt like doing both the most and the least possible to maximize these last new moments of time on my terms.

• We had company. We did a maternity shoot. I flew to a client’s work conference. Flying pregnant was a delight. I flew to MI again too, and it’s just somehow so nice to be pregnant in very public places and see kindness all around you. People love life and the hope of new life don’t let them fool you.

• I sat out in the sun. A ton. Walked barefoot to practice grounding.

• We went on lots of dates as a couple.

• We started a countdown. Loved updating the chalkboard every day. SO funny counting down to something you can’t imagine. Or understand. Soon a thing will happen. We do not know what it will be like, not at all. Yay!

• A couple of our best friends welcomed their baby right before us. <3

• More bump pics. Can’t stress this enough. You’d think I was an influencer. Or that I was going to post them, ever. I didn’t, not really.

I think it was about 3 days before, my bestie whom I’ve known since I was 17 flew in to help. Gave the cats love. Fed us, and helped around the house. Got us all packed up. Took the photos for us. The day before, walked me a full mile around the mall while my feet started PLUMPING up. And then it was time.

The Second Trimester

Every step along the way in a pregnancy after loss is a milestone. Another big one for me was crossing the threshold into my forties. My second trimester included my 40th birthday and so many little moments that changed what I thought my entire life was going to look like. While my husband and I have a love we felt confident would endure a childless future, we sat now in a new contemplation and planning for completely different circumstances. We bought some books. We sat and imagined. We worked hard. And all in all the day I turned 40 was one of profound peace.

This is in spite of the fact that the age was the major concern of the pregnancy. They used to call it “geriatric” (ouch) but now refer to this as “advanced maternal age” (still ouch).

During my second trimester we:

• Got to feel and see baby kick and move and wiggle in my belly. To say my husband might have gotten exhausted of me saying “come feel this” is the understatement of the year.

• Went wild with the nesting; shopping for new furniture, barstools, the baby dresser. Cleaning closets, reorganizing spaces, donating tons of things. Landscaped our backyard to add pavers, patio seating and lounge space.

• I found local “buy nothing” groups and started gifting everything we didn’t need to get us a little more minimalistic lifestyle.

• Got to say goodbye to the Erwin Center and see a UT men’s basketball game.

• Went to a ton of local hockey games.

• Leaned into the sweet tooth…and treated ourselves to ice cream, donuts, whatever the baby wanted 😆

• Went with a little wild gut feeling and allowed hubby to completely transition into a new job.

• Started shopping even more aggressively for baby girl after her scans kept coming back perfect.

• Went to see an Austin FC match.

• If you can believe it, crushed SXSW.

Here’s the thing. If I felt good in my first trimester, I somehow felt even better in my second. The reassurance of every passing week added to my stability, joy, energy. I got out in the sun more and more days and felt strong and happy to venture out. I didn’t really turn down any invites the first three months but I sure did sleep and rest a lot. January/February/March I felt like I was jet setting around town and venturing out tons.

I was so proud to go out pregnant. I wanted everyone to see me the way I’d always dreamt I’d be. I loved the kind excitement and well wishes so many shared. And ok, I just did day parties and ran away from downtown when the sun went down during SX. But I did the dang thing. Got the steps in every day. Saw shows. Even before she was here, I knew it was so important to me that baby girl always knew what kind of human I am. What kind of mom. And that’s someone that’s gonna say yes. Gonna get while the getting is good. I hope if there’s anything good I can pass down “find what feeds your soul and pursue that relentlessly” is up there.

The First Trimester

One of my favorite things about my pregnancy was absolutely the timing. Finding out that I was pregnant and getting to share that with my husband on his birthday was a sweet treasure. Celebrating things like Thanksgiving and Christmas and then getting to tell all of our friends and family during holidays and my birthday was spectacular.

I was extremely fortunate to have a fantastic first trimester. I remember some headaches and being tired, but nothing out of the norm. I kept waiting for something really bad to happen, or for me to be nonstop sick or unable to do certain things, but if anything, I felt very clearheaded, serene, alive, very calm, peaceful and collected. It was kind of a welcome change from my usual, and I understand why some women absolutely love being pregnant.

I do remember actually, it was mildly hilarious, that I could not see, or touch raw meat at all. I was essentially a vegetarian for the first trimester. I finally woke up craving protein and caved and was able to eat a hamburger or go out for a steak.

During my first trimester we:

• Traveled to San Antonio and I finally was able to meet my niece for the first time post Covid

• Got to attend a family friend’s wedding and personally tell everyone that we were pregnant right before Christmas - we bought these Amazon scratchers, as we have a long-standing tradition of doing a lot of tickets over the holidays.

• Celebrated an early Christmas with family and revealed our baby news, found out the results of our early testing that the baby appeared happy healthy and that it was going to be a girl!

• Bought a few clothing items and some of the first actual baby things that we were going to need

• I discovered a love for decaf (quit caffeine completely)

• I took a lot more time than I expected it to enjoy self-care manicures, pedicures, yoga…tried to chill in the bathtub but that never was and is still not my favorite

• I began my prenatal yoga teacher training

Every day that went by I felt better. I craved greens, smoothies, sure some sugar and junk food too but a lot of good things. I obviously wasn’t drinking or really hitting my bandwidth limit like I usually do, so I was less burnt out. Overall the baby was helping me be my best and I felt my best. I absolutely felt weird waiting to feel worse and just realizing after waiting so long it didn’t have to be a torturous pregnancy to be a viable one.

Photos: our announcement, the trip to San Antonio, the bow on the bump, sharing the news with family via the Christmas photo