I’m much more ready to write when I’m grumpy. Why is that? On good days I just breeze on by, and the thought of supplying a new post for our few loyal readers is a chore not unlike the dishes or the laundry (and boy am I tired of talking and thinking about those two things).
Today is a grump day. Guilt and anger day. For kicks I searched “guilt” on our site and there were 8 posts returned that had mention of “guilt.” Don’t you know that every single one of them was written by me? Not Jen. Me.
So I clicked on a few. And this is what I found.
I’ll forever feel pangs of guilt, but I hope it never becomes me.
I know that I will never be everything, but I hope I can always be enough. For myself. For my husband. For our kids. It is for this family that I breathe and eat and sleep. But it certainly doesn’t mean I’m always smiling, and that’s just okay.
I know that I will never be everything, but I’m sure that I can always be enough. For all of us.
It lifted me a bit. This and the recent IM session with Jen which has righted my wrong thinking, made me tearful in a productive way, and strengthened my weak spots – once again.
(The backstory in another post please ma’am. Yup. Uh-huh.)
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I feel the guilt, too. It’s interesting, though, that I don’t write about it. Or at least don’t name it as such. Something to ponder.
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Ah the neverending mom guilt… What is it about the psyche of women that causes us to do this. Before I had mom guilt I had wife guilt, friend guilt and daughter guilt (which I still have all of, in addition to the mom guilt). It’s a neverending cycle but at least we’re all in it together!