Mom Guilt

January 29, 2018

I think we’re all too familiar with this.

Mom Guilt can be stemmed by so many different things. The guilt of only being “mama”, the guilt of being mama but trying to be everything else, the guilt of one child vs two [there’s so many things I used to do with and for Logan, that I don’t even have the time to do now for Holly].

Mom Guilt from all the social media posts of big-wig-mama-bears that seem to have it all together with everyone in matching outfits sipping Starbucks lattes. And let me just say, this is the hardest guilt pill to swallow. I find myself falling in to this trap a lot. “How can that mom have the time to get everyone all dressed up and behaving properly at that cute little dinner outing they posted about, when I can’t even brush my kids hair or find matching socks…..and don’t get me started on going out to eat….we just don’t.”

Mom Guilt is hard, and it’s a bitch. Because as mamas, we’re actually doing a pretty damn amazing job as raising little humans. Do I wish I could keep up with all the baby booking and scrapbooks? YES. Do I wish that I could wear the same matching yoga pants with Holly and Logan could be wearing something color coordinated, so we just looks so cute all together. SOMETIMES. Do I wish that I could take Holly to Gymboree and let her experience all the fun activities that Logan got to? ABSOLUTELY.

But, you know what. My kids are smiling, they’re laughing, and they don’t see any of that Mom Guilt that I’m projecting on myself. Moms, let it go. This time of our lives is an utter shit show. But, it’s going to pass us up before we even have time to pick up the pieces, and then the Mom Guilt will really set it. The guilt that we spent too much time trying to have it all together, to be like that big-wig-mama-bear on IG, and we didn’t just be. I know that my kids are learning from my behaviors, whether I want to admit it or not. One of my biggest resolutions this year is to just try and be more often. Be me. Be a mom that doesn’t have it all together. Be a mom that shows up for the doctor’s appointment on Thursday, but it’s actually on Friday. Be the mom that’s ok with just a clip in the bangs and not a Frozen braid.

I am doing a great job. You are doing a great job. And that’s all that matters!

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