Oh, it’s a thing. And it’s time to put it to rest.
My first experience with mom guilt took place three days after my first son was born. Being a new mom – overtired, overwhelmed and overly emotional – I gave up on breastfeeding and bottle fed my son. *Guilt.*
My second son was exclusively breastfed. However, he also demanded a lot of my time and attention, so I felt that I was favouring him and not spending enough time to nurture his older brother. *Guilt.*
That’s how it started… and eight years in, it hasn’t really stopped. From battles over breakfast to screen time negotiations, from dinner dilemmas to bed time rituals, I always feel that I’m falling short in some way. That somehow, what I’m doing isn’t enough.
Can you relate to this?
The first time I watched the video, I could have cried. I feel you, moms! We’ve all been there, we’ve all done that. (And most of us bought the t-shirt, which was promptly covered with sticky fingers and baby drool, naturally.) …