I broke up with mom-guilt
Mom-guilt is everywhere. You see it in books and movies, on Facebook and Instagram. I think we expect it and accept that it is part of the thought process we go through every day. We beat ourselves up every night for our failure as a parent. We cry in the shower because we are not the patient, wise, ever-loving people that we desperately wish we could be. But my dear, sweet mama friend, mom-guilt is not doing you any favors. Mom-guilt does not make you a better mom. In fact, I have experienced that living under the shame of mom-guilt made me quicker to explode, more likely to turn to unhealthy coping mechanisms like zoning out or getting distracted with unimportant busyness. Mom-guilt is not your friend. I don't know everything about motherhood. But this is what I have learned so-far: I am going to mess up sometimes. I might be very well-intentioned, or I might be selfish or weak, but I'll mess up. That is a fact. I'm going to expect my d
