If you're a Mom, those two little words are not new to you. From the moment you become a Mom, there are endless opportunities for Mom Guilt to make itself known. It's as though every miraculous milestone along the road of Motherhood is also marked with a chance to experience Mom Guilt at the same time. Wherever there is a choice to be made or a question to be answered, there is an opening for Mom Guilt to sneak in. And we all know just how many choices Moms make and questions Moms answer in a single hour, let along a single day. So Mom Guilt? Yeah, there's a lot of opportunities to feel it. Here are a just a few...
This Mom gig is the most important job I will ever have. What if I fail at it miserably?
Did I pick the right brand of diapers? Am I spending too much on diapers? Should I be using cloth diapers?
Am I saying "yes" to my toddler too much? Am I saying "no" to my toddler too much?
Is my school-aged kid making friends? Too many friends? Not enough friends? The kind of friends that will encourage and support them and help them become kind, caring human beings?
How much freedom is too much for my tween? Do I need to step in more? Should I be stepping back more?
And parents of teenagers, I don't even know. You are all my heroes. I'm not even gonna pretend to know the Mom Guilt issues you wrestle with at that age and stage.
Am I doing enough? Am I enough?
The list goes on and on and on... And you wanna know what is worse that Mom Guilt? Mom Guilt during social distancing, that's what.
Mom Guilt does not socially distance well.
I have learned this all too well in the past 3 weeks. Mom Guilt does not stay an appropriate 6 feet away from me. It is up in my personal space, coughing and sneezing, and not even into it's elbow. It doesn't wash it's hands or even use hand sanitizer. It bought all of the toilet paper and reminds me that I didn't buy any when I should have. Mom Guilt is cozied up right next to me. I have to stay home, and unfortunately, Mom Guilt has decided to move in and stay home with me, too.
With these hours and days on end of being home, Mom Guilt creeps into my thoughts more often than I care to admit.
My kids are still sleeping. Mom Guilt.
I can't remember the last time my kids took a shower. Mom Guilt.
My kids are on their screens. Again. Mom Guilt.
My kids have been wearing their pajamas all day long. Mom Guilt.
My kids are eating Pop Tarts. And Fruit Roll Ups. And Gatorade. And microwavable Kraft Macaroni and Cheese. And Girl Scout cookies. Pretty much all day long. Mom Guilt.
My kids didn't complete any school work for the day. Mom Guilt.
My kids have no idea what a "reasonable bedtime" even is any more. Mom Guilt.
My kids aren't getting enough alone time. Mom Guilt.
My kids are binge watching another episode of LEGO Masters or DuckTales or Alone and have lost track of what episode they are on. Mom Guilt.
Just for the record, I love my kids dearly. None of this stuff is about them. It's about me. It's about the trap of unrealistic expectations I so easily fall into.
That's really what Mom Guilt is all about, isn't it? It's not the Mom part that's the issue...it's the Guilt part. It's the guilt we feel -- from ourselves, from society, from social media -- that we should be doing more or doing it differently or doing it better.
As if social distancing isn't enough to ramp up the uninvited house guest that is Mom Guilt right now, then scrolling through social media will gladly aide that process.
We have not established a clearly defined schedule from the moment we wake up until the moment we go to sleep. Mom Guilt.
We have not decorated our door with any kind of rainbow. Mom Guilt.
We have not gone on a virtual field trip. Mom Guilt.
We have not written encouraging chalk messages on our sidewalk. Mom Guilt.
We have not conducted endless hand-on science experiments or art projects. Mom Guilt.
We have not cleaned out their closets. Mom Guilt.
We have not set up a warm and comforting homeschool classroom in our house. Mom Guilt.
Just for the record, none of these things are bad things. As a matter of fact, they are all incredible things. Amazing things. It makes my heart so happy that these things are happening in the world right now, and I think there should be more of these things happening in the world right now. But the struggle comes when I start to compare myself to these things. Instead of scrolling through my feed and celebrating all this amazingness, my brain can so easily slip into a place of my feed becoming an endless list of all the missed opportunities ad things I didn't do or provide as a Mom for that day.
So what do we do with all this? Is there any way to get Mom Guilt to be on its merry little way and self-quarantine somewhere else?
I think the antidote for Mom Guilt can be found in one word: grace.
Here's the ironic thing. As we were watching Governor Gretchen Whitmer's press conference on Thursday, announcing the closure of Michigan schools for the remainder of the year, that word came to me over and over and over.
Grace. Grace. Grace.
The only way we are going to get through this is with grace. From everyone and to everyone. Grace was so much on my mind, that I sat and wrote this Facebook post right in the middle of that press conference.
Grace: the charming quality of being polite and pleasant, or a willingness to be fair and to forgive (dictionary.cambridge.org)
Grace.
My hope is we can all extend ridiculous amounts of grace to one another right now.
Grace from parents to teachers.
Grace from teachers to students.
Grace from siblings to siblings. (Wishful thinking maybe? 😉)
Grace from parents to children.
Grace from partner to partner.
Grace from teachers to parents.
Grace from children to parents.
Grace to leaders who are having to make unimaginable decisions.
Grace to those who are scared. Who are anxious. Who are angry. Who are sad. Who are confused.
We are all feeling a lot of big feelings, all of them justified. But we can choose how we act on those feelings.
Grace.
It's what was on my heart. The unbelievable need for grace at this unique moment in history. It kept hitting me over and over and over. How in light of schools closing for the remainder of the year, we all needed to extend grace to one another. This meant uncharted territory for everyone. This meant so many big feelings for so many people. This meant grace was needed now more than ever. I included so many people in that post, but now realize I forgot quite possibly the most important one.
Grace from myself to myself.
I'm embarrassed to admit it, but I repeatedly forget to extend grace to myself, especially in my role as a Mom. I set unrealistic expectations that I would never expect another Mom to achieve. I reach out and encourage Mom friends, but don't offer the same encouraging words to myself. I quickly forget and dismsiss all the things I am doing, all the ways I am enough, all the memories I did make with my kids.
I forget that we sat together and read together. Separately and quietly, but together.
I forget that we laughed until it hurt at the phrase "fascinating raisins" while playing Apples to Apples.
I forget that my kids saw me cry, so they know it's ok for them to do the same.
I forget that my children have grown leaps and bounds in independence and life skills in the past few weeks.
I forget that we have walked miles and miles together.
I forget that my kids have spent countless hours playing together and making up silly games together.
I forget that we've enjoyed meals together.
I forget that on the other side of the screen, my kids have brightened the days of their cousins, grandparents and friends. And had their days brightened, too.
I forget that my kids have gotten some of their best sleep in a long time.
I forget that we have shared seemingly endless snuggles on the couch.
I forget that I'm not just a Mom, but I'm also a human. I'm more than all the things I didn't do or didn't try or didn't perfect that day. I'm more than a social media feed. I'm allowed to be human and to extend myself grace.
Just so I don't forget, and you don't either, I have a challenge for you. (But you know what? It's ok if you don't do it. No Mom Guilt here...) It's got two parts.
One: Make your list. Right now. Don't wait. Say it out loud or write in on a note in your phone or jot it on the back of a piece of scrap prepare, but make your list. Remind yourself of all the ways you were enough as a Mom for your kids today or this week or this month. What have you forgotten? Don't leave anything out. Nothing is too small to remind yourself about. Because you know what? It's quite possible the thing on that list that seems the smallest to you is the one that is the biggest to your kid.
Two: Reach out to another Mom. Text. Call. Email. Drop a note in the mail. FaceTime. Zoom. (Strange times we are living in, right?) Let her know that you see her and you believe in her and you acknowledge that she is working hard. You don't even have to mention Mom Guilt or wonder if she's experienced it or if she's experiencing it right now or if she will experience it in the weeks ahead. Because if she's a Mom, she has or she is or she will.
It's time to tell Mom Guilt that there is a shelter in place order right now, and Mom Guilt is not invited over. Mom Guilt needs to back up and get 6 feet away from you and stay there. And if Mom Guilt puts up a fight on that, extend yourself some grace, remind yourself of all that you are, and remember You're a Good Mom.
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