16 hours ago
Spoiler alert: I open my heart out 🙈
#Momguilt ; something all mothers have felt. There’s just no end to it, is there? The reason I’m using a picture of my eldest daughter is because I’ve always felt guilty that she had to grow up a little quicker, and I had to divide my attention away from her so early on. Sometimes under stressful situations on those days when everything happens to go wrong at the same time and the girls quarrel about trivial matters, I have also been guilty of expecting her to understand and “be the bigger person”. It’s only when I reflect after a long and exhausting day that I realise I shouldn’t expect her to be the bigger person. She shouldn’t be the bigger person because there’s just a few more years of her innocence left in her before she starts to grow up for real. So for a while now I’ve been letting her have it, it’s not easy but it’s what SHE needs: not to feel equal to a 5 year old (her sister), but to feel like an equal child.
As for mom guilt, I’ve stopped killing myself over it after 4 children, because I can try working myself down to my bones to make them happy, or try giving them the world but I’ll always look for what I fall short in. We all do this. We are our own worst critics after all. Instead, I look to my children for the answer: Are they happy? Are they healthy? Are they fed? Are they clean? Are they loved? Do they themselves love others? And am I doing the best I can for them? If the answer is yes to these, and my children look content, then this guilt is something I’m only doing to myself. Not them. I ask you mama’s to do the same. Don’t punish but praise yourself and instead counting the things you haven’t done, count the things you have, and then look at your littles to tell you the rest ❤️