Expat Mommitment. Because Expat moms need support too.

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All moms need Support, don’t You think?


Especially when we’re feeling down, lonely or overburdened with the toddlers and their devilish ways. Some days all we want is a hug, a walk and talk, a cup of coffee and some laughs, maybe just a sleep in. But in some cases we are far from our families, we don´t have our own moms or sisters that can help out and take the kids for a few hours, an old friend with kids of her own that we can hang out with without having to go through the dreaded small talk.

Some of us, like me, are moms living the expat dream, teaching our kids about different cultures and how the world can be so much more than just your neighborhood or your city, trying to keep it all together without familiar help. Yes I know that as expats we have the opportunity to hire help for the house and for the kids, but sometimes we have trust issues and feel that no one will do it the way we do. And so we drain ourselves and do it all.

But eventually we break, feel like we´re doing it all wrong, fight with the kids or the husband, feel lonely and lose control. Sometimes we feel depressed, or have anxiety / panic attacks, expat moms aren´t exempt from these, we really aren’t. There’s even a kind of depression called “Expat Depression” and it is real. I am not going to argue with that. I know it well, but don´t worry I’m ok.

I like to think that us expat moms are admired back home. That we are so brave and adventurous, leaving the comfort of our life to take our kids on a World Expedition. That we are seen as an inspiration for those moms that feel like they are stuck in their situation and would love a change. What I know we are, is the strength and backbone of our Third Culture kids. We are wonder-women! I really want to believe all that.


“Because after all, we are gifting our kids the world and that is some greatness right there.”

Us expat moms are also under scrutiny, just like any other mom. Do your kids go to International School? Do you let them play with the local kids? Do you feed them western food or local food? Do you teach them the local language? Do they have an English Speaking nanny? Do they have a driver? Do you homeschool them? Do you teach them the local culture? Do you travel back home often?
A Third Culture Kid can be raised any number of ways and there will always be that other mom who does it differently. Thankfully I have not had much of an experience with mom on mom judgement while being an expat mom, and that’s because the other expat moms I have met that live in Bali, I met though #Mommitment. And I am so grateful for that. Unfortunately, we still haven´t seen each other in person because everyone has their own things to get done, and Bali is a big island.

#MOMMITMENT and The Mom Movement

Some months ago before moving from Phuket to Bali, I discovered Mommitment, a movement started by a mom who had had enough of the mom wars, a mom who had been through enough shit in her life to have to deal with the haters. She created Mommitment for all the other moms out there who needed to feel supported, and loved. Even if it is through the windows of the Internet, this kind of help and support goes a long way, specially for us expat moms who may have a hard time making friends. I would like to invite you sign the #Mommitment petition and join hundreds of other moms around the world that are supporting each other with love and without judgement.

It was through Julie @ Next life no Kids that I managed to get out of a really dirty rut I was in when we first arrived in Bali. I mean Bali is meant to be paradise right? So why was I so down? Julie and the ladies in the Mommitment FB Group helped me face my demons and get back to writing, the best personal therapy there is. Thank you ladies, I am eternally grateful.

This is the new dawn of expat motherhood, feeling like you´re not alone when the kids destroy that memento you´ve been carrying country to country or when they rip the pages of your journal or when they erase this entire post on Word when you go to the door to try and understand the neighbor´s rant about something to do with the Garbage Disposal Truck.
Expat moms don’t have to be lonely, now we have Mommitment. And so do you.

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