My kids are watching too much Netflix this summer.
I haven’t taken my children to the library once.
We haven’t cracked open the summer bridge book on the bookshelf.
And we fell off the reading wagon a few weeks ago.
They are eating watermelon with a spoon, straight out of the melon.
If they swim, we totally count pool time as bath time .
We have counted snow cones as lunch and ice cream as dinner.
My kids’ rooms are probably a disaster, but I wouldn’t know since I haven’t gone upstairs in weeks.
When I stop long enough to let all this soak in, the mom guilt threatens to take over. When I click over to Facebook and see how my friends are rocking an intentional, meaningful summer of fun and purpose, I feel bad.
I was going to work less at the warehouse and play more. I was going to be less stressed and more relaxed. I was going to visit the farmer’s market and cook healthier meals.
I was going to do less so I could do more. It’s the paradox of summer motherhood.
And I am really really good at making myself feel bad about things.
Mom guilt is like cramps, we all get it from time to time. But moms aren’t good or bad. They are just people who are trying.
And if you’re like me, trying is hard. Some days, all I can do is turn Netflix on.
So, do you know what I’m going to to do? I’m not going to do more. And I’m not going to do less.
I’m going to give myself a big fat break.
And mom? You should, too. Take a deep breath and let go of the mom guilt. We’ve got enough to carry around.
Summer isn’t exactly going like I planned.
But it’s going exactly like my kids hoped it would.