Mom guilt sneaks up on me just like every other mom.
Some days, I think I’m doing awesome. I can get my kids to eat healthy food, play happily without asking for any screen time, get them in the car without a fight and basically live out my super mom dreams.
And then there are days like today where tantrums are thrown over breakfast, over getting hair washed during bathtime, over crackers in the car while I’m trying to keep my cool and practice safe driving.
Days where my patience is wearing dangerously thin and the idea of getting a job sounds like a vacation.
Days where I couldn’t care less if chicken nuggets aren’t nutritious and screen time should be limited to only 2 hours per day.
But always, in the back of my mind, that guilt is there nagging me of all the coulda, woulda, shoulda’s and incessant questioning of my every decision as a parent and its long term effects. “Is this time out really effective?” “Maybe we shouldn’t be spending so much time inside?” “Am I hovering too much?” “I could have used that as a teaching moment” “How bad is it for my kids to drink so much apple juice? Are their teeth going to rot?” “How come my kids are the only ones losing their minds every Sunday in church?” “Am I being too strict?” “Am I being to lenient?” ” Am I on my phone too much?” “Will my kids have enough social skills since we don’t get out a lot?” “Should he be farther ahead in his language development?” “They should be potty trained by now.” Sometimes I feel like my mom brain is going to give me whiplash.
Sometimes on social media, it looks like other moms have it all figured out. But most of us don’t. And the things that we may preach and share about are never perfectly done in the home.
I’m just like you and I yell at my kids and feed them McDonald’s and crackers for meals. I let my kids watch more than the recommended daily amount of TV because sometimes I just need some time when somebody is not hanging on me or asking me for snacks or getting into things they shouldn’t be.
I don’t have it all figured out. I don’t know how to get my kids eating all the right food. I haven’t figured out the best way to discipline my kids. I don’t know where I stand on certain decisions as a parent- homeschool or public school? Vaccines? Don’t ask me about them or I’ll just run away screaming.
Parenting is just all guesswork and I doubt myself ALL. THE. TIME.
But it’s not the end of the world if you still question all your decisions.
And chicken nuggets and TV will likely not destroy your children… I mean, I think most of us who grew up like this turned out pretty decent.
If you’re trying you’re best, you’re already winning.
It’s really ok to not have it all figured out. 🖤