You know, I never really understood Mommy Guilt until I experienced it on about minute 15 of Kirby's life. Seriously, I think it sunk in THAT fast. I guess it is like so many other things in life. You believe what people tell you - like life goes by faster as you get older or your babies grow up in the blink of an eye and the many other pearls of wisdom from your parents or grandparents - but you don't really know it until you feel it for yourself. And now that I understand Mommy Guilt, I think I am the best at it. Sheesh. I really do believe that most days I climb into bed thinking that I could have been better that day. Be it a healthier meal or not being so impatient or more understanding or less TV or more TV or how about some crafts or maybe it wasn't really too cold to go outside or one more hug or one more book at nap time or maybe rocking my boy to sleep and holding that sweet sleeping body against my chest, Mommy Guilt consumes me for what feels like ALL the time. Usually my Mommy Guilt is even heavier when Keith's schedule is more difficult because it leaves just me to field all the questions and the "Mommy, hold you" and "Mommy help you" and "Fix the track" and meals and clean up, which can all sometimes leave me more frazzled and tired. And let's face it, dad's are just more fun that moms sometimes :) especially pregnant moms who can't wrestle and do all the fun stuff. "Whoaaaaaaaa!" "Ageeeen!! Ageeeeeen!"
BUT Saturday, despite a late night Friday and Saturday call for Keith, was a rare day that I crawled into bed with a smile on my face and thought, "today was a good day," and I truly couldn't come up with what I could have done to make it better. I hope Kirby had the same feeling. I hope that when I put him in bed, he thought, "wow, what a fun day!"
We woke up early so I could work at the Y, and then I even had a little time to swim some laps myself. (ahhhm, let's face it, I'm not breaking any records these days, but I do at least get in some laps!! The water feels so good!!!). Then we ate lunch at the Y and played in the jungle gym while waiting for swim lesson time. He swam his little heart out!!! The boy will jump to me without holding my hands and go all the way under. More pics and hopefully video to come when Keith and I can both make a lesson! We came home for naps (yes, both of us...perhaps this is why this was such a great day!!!!) and woke up for snack and some outside play. "Outside! Outside!!!" Winter has been tough on us! We finished the day with brinner and snuggling with mommy on Movie Night. He sat by my side, resting his sweet head on me for the greater majority of the movie. My heart swelled!!!
So in the upcoming nights when I crawl in bed and my Mommy Guilt gets the best of me, I'm going to remember that smile on my face Saturday night and remember that some days are REALLY good.
MSTH:
ReplyDeleteMommy guilt is good because it drives you to be the wonderful mommy that you are and is bad because it may create some anxiety along the way. Hopefully, some day you will be able to look back and come to the conclusion that the guilt was more positive than negative which I am sure will be the case. All you will have to do is look at Kirby to see the fruits of your labor and guilt thoughts were well worth your efforts.
Dad/Deda