Anne Hathaway reflects on her challenging journey to motherhood and the heartfelt influence her openness about her experience has had over the years.
Oscar-winning actress Anne Hathaway, who is a mother to sons Jonathan, 8, and Jack, 4, with her husband Adam Shulman, recently looked back on her challenging journey to motherhood. She shared how she faced a miscarriage while performing in the Off-Broadway play Grounded for nearly six weeks in 2015.
Reflecting on her experience, she told in a cover story published on March 25, «The first time it didn’t work out for me. I was doing a play and I had to give birth onstage every night.»
During that time, she felt that «it was too much to keep it in when I was onstage pretending everything was fine,» and chose to be honest about her struggles with her friends and family. «I had to keep it real otherwise.»
Later on, she extended this same openness to the public when announcing her pregnancy. She explained, «When it did go well for me, having been on the other side of it — where you have to have the grace to be happy for someone — I wanted to let my sisters know, ’You don’t have to always be graceful. I see you, and I’ve been you.’»
«It’s really hard to want something so much and to wonder if you’re doing something wrong,» she added. The Oscar winner further recalled her shock at learning how many pregnancies end in miscarriage. According to the Mayo Clinic, 10% to 20% of known pregnancies end in miscarriage, though the actual number is likely higher. She wished that this information was more widely disseminated.
Anne continued, «I thought, ’Where is this information? Why are we feeling so unnecessarily isolated?’ That’s where we take on damage. So I decided that I was going to talk about it.»
When Anne Hathaway announced her second pregnancy on Instagram in 2019, she accompanied it with a powerful caption.
«It’s not for a movie…» Hathaway wrote, referring to her baby bump. «All kidding aside, for everyone going through infertility and conception hell, please know it was not a straight line to either of my pregnancies. Sending you extra love.»
Reflecting on the impact of her candid post, she shared, «The thing that broke my heart, blew my mind, and gave me hope was that for three years after, almost daily, a woman came up to me in tears and I would just hold her, because she was carrying this (pain) around, and suddenly it wasn’t all hers anymore.»
Reflecting on her experience, she shared that given «the pain I felt while trying to get pregnant, it would’ve felt disingenuous to post something all the way happy when I know the story is much more nuanced than that for everyone.»
Recently another actress, Nicole Kidman, also shared her struggles having children.
The Power of Love and Redemption
In a world where family bonds are sometimes tested, there is a story that teaches us the true value of compassion and understanding. It all began when my brother Paul made the heart-wrenching decision to kick our beloved Grandma Eleanor out of her own home because she couldn’t contribute financially. Little did he know that this act of cruelty would lead to a powerful lesson that he would never forget.
Filled with love and loyalty, I couldn’t bear the thought of my grandmother being alone and abandoned. So, I made the choice to take her into my own home. But as Paul’s regret started to surface, I wondered if it would be enough to mend our broken family bonds.
My Brother Kicked Our Grandma out Because She Had No Money Left – She Taught Him a Lesson He Will Never Forget
“Rachel, I can’t keep doing this,” Paul exclaimed, his frustration evident. “She’s costing too much.”
Trying to stay calm, I reminded him of the incredible impact Grandma had on our lives. “Paul, she’s our grandmother. She raised us, remember?”
But Paul seemed focused only on the present, dismissing the value of Grandma’s presence. He saw her as someone who had nothing to offer, someone who just sat there, wasting time on her paintings.
Those paintings, however, held deep meaning for Grandma. And I believed that they could hold meaning for us too, if we allowed ourselves to see it.
Paul dismissed my sentimentality, claiming that he needed to think about the future and couldn’t afford to carry what he saw as “dead weight.” His words weighed heavy on my heart. It wasn’t about what Grandma could give us now, it was about the love and sacrifices she had already made.
As weeks passed, Paul’s coldness grew, and Grandma Eleanor tried to hide her pain. But I could see it in her eyes, the way she clutched her paintbrushes like lifelines.
Then one evening, the moment I had feared arrived. Paul called me, determined to have Grandma moved out.
It was heartbreaking. “Where will she go?” I asked, my voice filled with worry.
Paul’s response was cold and unexpected. “She can stay with you. You seem to care so much.”
I agreed to take Grandma in, but bitterness lingered in my mouth. I couldn’t understand how Paul had become so heartless. I prepared a space for Grandma that felt like home, where she could paint and be herself without feeling like a burden.
When I broke the news to Grandma, she smiled softly even though tears glistened in her eyes. “Thank you, Rachel. You’ve always had a kind heart.”
I held her tightly, assuring her that she didn’t need to thank me. This was her home too, and she was surrounded by love.
The move was swift, with Paul not even lifting a finger to help. He watched from the doorway as we packed up Grandma’s belongings, seemingly convinced that he was doing the right thing.
Driving Grandma to my house, silence enveloped us. But as we pulled into the driveway, she reached over and squeezed my hand. “I’ll be okay, Rachel.”
Inside, my children greeted her with open arms. “Great-Grandma, show us how to paint like you!” they exclaimed, pulling her into the living room where her easel was already set up.
Eleanor smiled, a genuine smile that hadn’t been seen in weeks. “Of course, darlings. Let’s create something beautiful.”
Days turned into weeks, and Grandma Eleanor rediscovered her passion for painting. My children became her biggest fans, always eager to see her latest work. I couldn’t help but admire her vibrant landscapes and remarked, “Grandma, you’ve got a real gift.”
With my kids’ encouragement, Grandma started to share her artwork online. Her unique style and heartfelt stories behind each painting began to attract attention. Comments poured in, praising her talent and resilience.
Then one evening, a message from a local art gallery arrived. They wanted to give Grandma a solo exhibition! The excitement was overwhelming, and I couldn’t help but hug her tightly, congratulating her on this incredible opportunity.
In the weeks leading up to the exhibition, Grandma worked tirelessly, creating new pieces and preparing for the big day. My kids pitched in, assisting with selecting frames and writing descriptions for each painting.
The night of the exhibition arrived, and the gallery buzzed with excitement. People admired Grandma’s work, and almost every painting found a new home. She even received several commissions, securing her financial independence.
Standing before the crowd, Grandma’s voice was steady and strong. “Thank you all for believing in me,” she said, tears of joy streaming down her face.
Word of Grandma’s success eventually reached Paul, and he found himself standing at my doorstep, his tone uncharacteristically soft. He admitted that he had made a terrible mistake and regretted his heartless actions.
But Grandma, with a fire in her eyes, made it clear that it was too late for his apologies. She told him that he needed to learn the true value of family, love, and support—something that couldn’t be bought with money.
As Paul left, realizing the gravity of his actions, Grandma turned to me. She expressed her gratitude for the love and support my children and I had shown her. We hugged, knowing that she was finally where she belonged.
Grandma Eleanor’s art continued to flourish, her story of resilience and dignity inspiring many. Her exhibitions became not only an opportunity to admire her beautiful paintings but also a chance to hear her story, to understand the woman who found strength in the face of adversity.
Sitting in the living room one evening, surrounded by my kids eagerly painting at her feet, I thanked Grandma for all that she had taught us. Her strength had changed us all, and she had shown us the true essence of family.
Her eyes sparkled with pride as she replied, “It’s never too late to find your strength, Rachel. And it’s never too late to teach others the true essence of family.”
As for Paul, he was left to grapple with the consequences of his actions. From a distance, he witnessed Grandma’s life blooming without him. It was a harsh lesson, a reminder that true wealth comes from the love and respect we give to those who matter most.
This story is inspired by real events. Although the names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative, the lessons of love, compassion, and redemption are very real. Don’t let materialism blind you to the value of family, for they are the ones who truly enrich our lives.
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