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Most days are a whirlwind; by the time I finally get a chance to catch my breath I'm exhausted and ready for bed.
As I drove my kids to their grandparents yesterday, for the first week of summer, I found myself aching with guilt. I saw mom's on social media posting and celebrating anticipating a fun summer and here I am sending my kids to their grandparents because I have to work. So, instead of continuing to beat myself up over the fact that I have to work to make a living for my children, I started to reflect on the fact that guilt is a huge part of motherhood.
Before I became a mom, I don't think I ever really felt guilt. Yes, I had felt bad about missing an appointment or letting someone down but, I had never felt the heartbreaking feeling of disappointing someone until I had my boys. I don't know why bringing children into this world made me suddenly feel like I developed super human powers and could be everywhere and do everything, but it did. This feeling of super human abilities leads to days of worry and days of complete exhaustion. Neither of those are good for mom or kiddos.
There are days when the kids will spend too much time in front of a screen, it's ok.
There are days when you will go through a drive thru for dinner, it's ok.
There are days when you will want to scream if you hear "mom" again, it's ok.
There are days when you will hide in the bathroom enjoying the escape, it's ok.
There are days when you will not be everything to everyone. Your super mom cape will be at the dry cleaners and you can just be a woman doing her very best, it's ok.
I love my boys. I always put their needs before my own. They have everything they need. But there are the days I face the fact that I can't do it all, I'm not a super hero and that's ok. If I don't take the time to care for myself, how can I possibly care for two little boys who need me to care for them?