Parenting is a wild ride, and while I usually embrace the lighter moments, there are times when I hesitate to share my struggles, fearing harsh judgments. Recently, I had a heart-to-heart with a couple of close relatives who both confessed, “I feel like a bad mom.” Although their reasons varied, the underlying emotions of doubt and pain were strikingly similar.
While I often relay the amusing anecdotes of motherhood, I felt compelled to share a particularly alarming incident to highlight how we, as mothers, tend to keep our self-judgments hidden, fearing even more scrutiny from our peers.
After dropping my children off at school, I was in the basement with my youngest son, who is about to turn three. I was busy folding laundry while he played with his toys. He announced his intention to fetch his blanket from upstairs, and I thought nothing of it. After all, he’s almost three—how much trouble could he get into in a matter of minutes?
However, as I folded, I suddenly realized he had been eerily quiet. A faint cry broke through my thoughts. Panic surged through me as I dashed up the stairs to find the front door ajar and my little one outside. In just three minutes, he had managed to unlock the door and venture out, trying to open the car door before getting locked out again—hence the tears.
The relief of finding him unharmed quickly morphed into a whirlwind of emotions. Fear gripped me; what if he had wandered too far or encountered a stranger? Guilt washed over me like a tidal wave. Why hadn’t I heard the door alarm? Why did I trust him to be upstairs alone? My thoughts spiraled into a dark place, and I found myself labeling my experience with the harshest of terms. I felt like a horrible mom.
The fear of judgment from others, especially neighbors, crept in. Would they think I was careless? This inner dialogue only deepened my feelings of inadequacy. Yes, my son was safe, and I was grateful for that, but the guilt lingered.
Reflecting on this experience, I realized how easy it is for mothers to be overly critical of ourselves. We want to provide the best for our children, which often leads to impossibly high expectations. After all, who else would willingly sacrifice sleep for a newborn? But when we inevitably stumble, it’s common to view ourselves as failures rather than the human beings we truly are.
I want to emphasize that love—our fierce, unwavering love for our children—fuels those expectations. We often judge ourselves more harshly than anyone else ever would. As I’ve learned, it’s crucial to be kind to ourselves. If you’re questioning your parenting abilities, chances are you’re doing better than you think. Allow yourself the grace to forgive your missteps and learn from them.
And don’t forget to consider practical safety measures, like installing a chain lock on your front door!
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In summary, remember that parenting is a journey filled with ups and downs. Mistakes do not make you a bad mother; they make you human. So be gentle with yourself, and keep moving forward.
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