Here’s the thing about it.
A large part of mothering is you feeling like you’re not enough, you’re not being enough and you’re not doing enough. You set your plans, somehow you don’t achieve all that you’ve set out and sleep cannot catch you with your list undone or it will be trouble the next day.
You forget that while you’re superhuman, you’re only human, imperfect and fallible, needing rest and needing kindness.
How is it that our mental load makes us work ourselves to the bone making sure that others are happy while we leave ourselves for last and still beat up ourselves if we recognize that we could have or should have done better?
That can’t be what mothering is….#momguilt shouldn’t even be a concept…why are we feeling guilty for being human? Does #dadguilt exist and is it as prevalent?