Hubby and I looked at each other and immediately agreed that we would never be like that. When we went out, our kids would sit and colour and we would have meaningful family conversations. I guess we neglected to agree that the children would then fly home on their unicorns.
We Are All Bad Moms
As moms, our own worst critic is ourselves. We scrutinize every inch of our decisions. Are we feeding our children too much? Too little? Are they too short? Too tall? Are they outside enough? Too much? Every decision is a rubiks cube of emotions and a see-saw of back and forth. Don't get me wrong, dads do this too. Some, even more so than moms do. But there is a special place in our heads for mom-guilt.