The Brave Art Of Motherhood: Fight Fear, Gain Confidence, And Find Yourself Again by Rachel Marie MartinThe Brave Art Of Motherhood: Fight Fear, Gain Confidence, And Find Yourself Again by Rachel Marie Martin

The Brave Art Of Motherhood: Fight Fear, Gain Confidence, And Find Yourself Again

byRachel Marie Martin

Paperback | October 9, 2018

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Full-time FindingJoy.net blogger, speaker, marketer, podcaster, and single mom of seven, Rachel Marie Martin presents a rallying cry to anyone who believes the lie that she is "just a mom."

Over the years, you willingly pour everything you have into your family, but in the process, you lose the essence of who you are. In her characteristic raw and visceral style, Rachel teaches you how to rewrite the pages of your story, follow your passion, and discover the beauty of who you are.

Drawing on lessons from her own incredible journey--together with insight from conversations with thousands of other women--Rachel encourages moms to break cycles, take off masks, and prevent fear from taking control. She balances her "no excuses" approach with breathing room and grace for those messy moments in life and mothering.

Rachel reminds you there is always a reason to hope, to move forward, and to dare the impossible. You can make changes. You can pursue dreams, find yourself, and live a life of deep happiness and boundless joy. Stop waiting for "someday." Take hold of the moment, and say yes to your dreams.
RACHEL MARIE MARTIN, having pulled herself up from poverty to being named one of Inc. magazine's top 40 entrepreneurs, has been writing Finding Joy full time for several years and writing online for over a decade. She has always had a passion for a daring, adventure-filled life and is often requested to speak and motivate others with h...
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Title:The Brave Art Of Motherhood: Fight Fear, Gain Confidence, And Find Yourself AgainFormat:PaperbackDimensions:224 pages, 7.99 × 5.2 × 0.61 inPublished:October 9, 2018Publisher:The Crown Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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ISBN - 10:073529139X

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Rated 5 out of 5 by from Soul Searching Gold Rachel Martin's book, The Brave Art of Motherhood, is full of gold nuggets and lessons. What makes her book standout to me is that she has given me fresh new ways of thinking about things. Gratitude is one of those things. I always thought that having gratitude was enough, but Rachel explains how to use it to propel ourselves forward (in a way I never thought about before). Her stories are real and raw and most touching. An excerpt from her book that has stuck with me...."Can you hope? Just for a moment, for a second? It does not matter where you start." I loved the stories of her children, their trials and tribulations and things that they said that resonate deeply. One especially: "My mind keeps stopping me." Eli's swimming challenges hit me smack dab in my heart - and then what Rachel told him to help him self-conquer his fears. There are so many examples like this throughout her book - the difference between having a belief and faith, the meaning of real friends (being one and having them), and the step-by-step lessons she gives to help us breakdown very emotional excuses into actionable steps to jump from our stuck places to the joyful things we want to do in life. Rachel's book is helpful not just for Mom's but for anyone wanting to push the reset button and get back on a path to a more happy, fulfilling life. Her writing is deeply personal and I appreciate her book.
Date published: 2018-09-24
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great book! Phenomenal book that is trying to dispel the perfect parent myth. We all want to be the Pinterest mom, but the reality is that we cannot be. We create these masks to try to hide our true selves. Rachel Martin does a fantastic job getting real about what motherhood is really like and steps to be better. We cannot be a great mom when we are not being a great person. "Life doesn't slow down when you have your ducks in a row. Our timeline doesn't stop for the hard moments." Life will never change until we make a DECISION to make a change. Rachel teaches us steps to take to make the changes we need to make to be a better person. We will never change until we take that first step. That should include reading this book! I received a complimentary copy of this book from the publisher and am under no obligation to write a positive review. All thoughts and opinions, therein, are solely my own.
Date published: 2018-09-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Powerful A motivational read that keep you interested from the start. I have followed Rachel's blog for a few years now and was super excited when I found out she was writing a book. I was lucky enough to receive an advance digital copy. I have typed and deleted about 8 times as I am struggling to find the words to describe just how powerful Rachel's book is. Rachel poses questions that really make you think, hard, while virtually holding your hand! Pop this book on your 'want to read' list, get it when it comes out! You might also want a note book to go with it.
Date published: 2018-09-16
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Life Changing To say that this book is life changing is an understatement. We all have the choice to read a book and just put it on the shelf without having been changed as a person, or to read a book, actually think about what is written and do something about it. THIS book can totally change the way you think about yourself and your life. I am so grateful to Rachel for sharing her story, so that I could find the courage to change mine. In the first part of the book Rachel shares about her struggles and encourages you to see your own life and dreams in a new light. The second part of the book talks about the excuses we all have for not making changes. Then there is some real practical steps that we can all make to move forward, one step at a time. Throughout the book Rachel shares her personal life, stories, inspiration and give us HOPE. I can not wait to share this book with others. Although the title says it is about motherhood, I have actually applied much of what she writes about with my boys at home, and my sister who has no children. I hope you too will be brave, jump in and discover how awesome it is to be the real you!
Date published: 2018-09-15
Rated 5 out of 5 by from A great read! I have to say I have taken so much away from my time spent in this book. As I read, I found I did not want to speed through it. As Rachel talks about things in her life you find yourself thinking about things in your own life. We may not be having the same struggles, but we all have places in our lives, no matter the point in our mothering journeys that we are on, that we need to take time to pause and reflect on. What are we settling for or not making time for our own care and/or growth. What have we done that has been good for us as moms. Rachel encourages the reader to take out a piece of paper and think areas through. There is something powerfully good and helpful when you write things down and think about them...not just worry about them. I found it so refreshing that Rachel shares some of her struggles without placing all blame on one person. There is personal accountability as well, however she does not beat herself up or shame herself for choices made. She unmasks herself and in that challenges us to unmask and be real with each other, wherever we are in our journey. My own losses are very different from Rachel's, however that does not keep me from walking away without having done a lot of personal reflection on who I have become and where I am going in my journey in life. When I met Rachel in 8th grade and being in school with her through high school, I always thought of her as a very strong person. I see I was right all those years ago. The strength it takes to unmask to the world is phenomenal. My struggles and the loss of my 8yo son to brain cancer 2 years ago is so different from her journey, but the encouragement to move on and take steps toward a better way is so encouraging and universal. I highly recommend this book and suggest reading it when you can take it in and reflect.
Date published: 2018-09-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from I absolutely loved this book So many different things resonated with me in the book...the one line that really jumped out at me was "I tolerated life". I can't even begin to say how many times that was applicable to my life. I am glad I am not in that state now and hoping to not be in the future but oh man that just really got me tear-y last night when reading it.
Date published: 2018-09-14
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Definitely for the Moms.... i'm reading this book. i read this book. i'm reading this book again. so many things to say but the most important is that we are not alone. each and every mom goes through some sort of emotion or stage that has been printed in this book and we all can relate. if you see the courage, determination and the self-worth, then you must read this book!
Date published: 2018-09-14

Read from the Book

Chapter 1: Time Keeps On TickingI grew up in the eighties. My kids think it’s epic how I lived during the generation they now deem retro. In fact, several years ago I flew cross-country to Seattle to visit my oldest daughter, Hannah, who was a sophomore in college. We hung out in her trendy local bakery, and as we ate crumbly gluten-free pastries topped with dollops of fresh whipped cream and sipped our overpriced espressos, she asked, “Hey, Mom, do you want to go to this cool vintage shop with me? I know you’ll love it.”I didn’t hesitate to say yes. I pushed my chair back and grabbed my coffee, and together we walked across the leaf-covered street to Hannah’s favorite store, while she rapidly talked about how much I would adore this place and all the amazing objects inside.As we wandered around the dusty shop, I observed something unexpected. In fact, I started to laugh as the reality became clearer. You see, her “vintage” store with collectible items that withstood time was not filled with the antiques I was expecting but was, in fact, filled with relics from my own childhood.I was now vintage.I spotted orange and lime-green Tupperware, the same as my mother once sold. Fisher-Price toys, the same ones I used to play with, now fetched a premium price. Cabbage Patch Kids, Atari game consoles, and other games I thought had disappeared lined the shelves. A wall of posters of artists I loved hung by bins of vinyl records, cassette tapes, and CDs. I flipped through them, past Huey Lewis and the News and Tears for Fears, and then saw one of my favorite tapes by the Steve Miller Band tucked in a stack. As I looked at the cover, the now poignant lyrics filled my mind:“Time keeps on ticking, ticking, ticking into the future.”While I hummed the melody, I looked up at Hannah meandering through rows of my childhood now for sale. She was looking at neon shirts, and as she thumbed through the rack, her face scrunched up just a bit. I’d seen that face before. It was long, long ago, on the hot summer night when she was born. Her tiny six-pound-thirteen-ounce self came into this world with that same scrunchy face. She was a feisty newborn, completely dependent on me, her rookie mom.I sighed heavily—the type of sigh reserved just for moms—and as she decided which eighties shirt was the best I wondered, Where in the world did the time go?She didn’t know I stared at her, but there she was just a couple of years younger than I was when I’d first held her.I remember that me. I was feisty, full of dreams, full of hopes.Now there I stood, twenty years later, a divorced mom of seven kids, watching her and, in a way, watching myself. That sigh wasn’t just about how quickly she grew up, but it was also because of the clear image of my own passage of time.There is an unspoken tension in life. When we are young, we’re oblivious to it, unaware of the movement of time. But the older we get, the more we become aware of its constant ticking.Then one day in the middle of our life’s moving timeline, we become mothers, and that timeline that was once ours alone we now share.As moms, our time is fragmented, and we focus on our children. We stop documenting our own accomplishments and instead document theirs: a week old, a month old, a birthday, the start of school, the move to middle school, prom, graduation.With each new milestone, we have more to do, more to keep up with, more expectations to manage. And time keeps moving, keeps ticking by. It doesn’t slow down for hard times or for blissful moments or for times when we just need a break. Yet I cried when my Hannah turned one, because I felt as though I’d already lost a year of her childhood due to time’s tick.“Slow down, time, slow down,” I’d pleaded.But life gets busy, so busy that the appreciation of time’s movement gradually shifts to those days when we quietly chant under our breath, “I just want to make it through.” There are times when we can’t wait for the day to end, when the burdens and expectations keep piling up and there doesn’t seem to be enough of us to go around. There are days of slammed doors, cranky kids, and “I hate you! You’re the worst mom ever!” when we’re just trying to be the “good” mom. Next thing we know we’re another mom in a march of moms who are going through the motions of motherhood, joking about the moments of peace we might get at the end of the day, cursing the homework our kids whine about, and telling one another we’ll join that kickboxing class when our schedules get less busy.We become so focused on getting through motherhood and doing for our kids that somehow we lose sight of all the mothering our mothers did during our own childhoods. Think of all the piano lessons, recitals, and orchestra concerts our moms went to for us. The soccer practices and cheerleading competitions. The constant shuttling to and from our high school jobs. They spent their precious time helping us grow and achieve our goals and skills and loves.The world was at our feet, and our moms helped and encouraged us to discover our passions. Yet when we become mothers, the focus of priorities shifts. Instead of continuing to pursue our dreams, we abandon them and copy what our moms did before us. We put ourselves on the back burner to help our children achieve their dreams, knowing the whole time that we’re only helping them achieve the dreams they have before they, too, become parents.What if you broke that cycle in your family? What if you decided to teach your children that those skills and dreams you fostered as a child are just as important for improving your entire life, and in so doing, you take moments out of your schedule to focus on you? I’m not suggesting that you no longer help your kids achieve their dreams; I’m suggesting that you do it alongside continuing to pursue yours. What if seeing you do that means that they, too, will pursue their dreams their entire lives?Just as Steve Miller sang, “Time keeps on ticking,” we don’t have unending amounts of time to someday get back to doing what we dreamed of. Every tick of the clock is a minute further in our lives. When I first held Hannah in my arms, I felt as if I had an infinite number of ticks. Twenty-one years of the clock flipping over and over have since happened. And when I stood in that Seattle vintage store, I realized that the art of life, of motherhood, happens when we exhale and cherish today while we also seize the moment, the inch of time today, and move ourselves forward to reclaim who we are meant to be.For so many years I went through the motions. I got busy with motherhood, learned to accept reality as unchangeable, and existed. I didn’t have a fire to appreciate that inch of today. Instead I took it for granted. You probably do that too.At a certain point, the inches will run out. Time will pass and the urgency to change will either shrink or disappear into lives where we settle. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want my college-aged kids to be sitting in their hip coffee shop, chatting with their friends about their mom, and saying, “Yeah, my mom, she was a good mom, but she settled.” Nor do I want to sit with my friends when my home is an empty nest and say, “I just don’t know who I am anymore.”You are worth not settling.But you have to decide not to assume that you always have tomorrow to do what you need to do today. I know you didn’t intend to forget yourself. I know you want to be happy. I know you want to fight for your heart. I know you want to rightly order your life. I know you want to have that deep bravery and sense of purpose. I know you want to rediscover your passions from your childhood.It’s not that we’re trying to forget ourselves. We just get busy.And it’s so easy to lose track of time in motherhood. It’s even easier to overlook the importance of our own hearts.I know I did.Stop saying, “I’ll get to that tomorrow.” That’s our first task for ourselves.You owe it to yourself, your family, your friends to live without fear and with wild abandon. You owe it to yourself to get to everything on your tomorrow list today.I am passionate about helping you ignite the fire of urgency in your life. I believe in you, I really do, and know that whether you have one child or fifteen, are married or divorced, are wealthy or poor, have direction or none, you can recapture time’s inches in life.You are worth fighting for each inch today.

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