17/10/2025
This is for all you moms out there. Guilt is the gift that keeps giving but your intentions are always honest and pure and your love is unquestionable. There is noone out there that can be the kind of mom your child needs except you. That's why you were chosen. Be kind to yourselves. Love to you all. ❤️
So you think you’re a bad mom?
Well… let me tell you, you’re not alone.
When he was a baby, I was holding him on my hip when I took a corner too fast.
I lost my breath as I heard the thud of his sweet little noggin bounce off the corner.
He cried for about five minutes.
I cried for hours.
When he was three, I let him cook with me.
I got distracted for a moment, and didn’t notice his chubby little hand reach for the pan.
The burn barely left a mark, but that moment left a scar on my heart.
When he was five he began displaying terrible anger outburst. It became so bad, I was often afraid to take him out in public.
I would get furious with him, yell at him, punish him.
Only to later realize, he wasn’t a bad kid that deserved punishment. He was an anxious kid that needed guidance and support.
All the while I developed severe guilt for not recognizing his anxiety earlier.
When he was in 1st grade, he came home from school and asked where I’d been for author day.
Everyone else’s mom came in.
I felt faint.
I’d been visiting my nana in the hospital, and had completely forgotten.
Sure, there was a lot going on in my brain, but my kid should have been first and foremost.
He forgave me in no time.
I’ve still never forgiven myself.
Over the years, I’ve forgotten dates, deadlines, and yes, some big events.
I’ve overlooked issues that I should have given more attention to
I’ve missed some signs.
I’ve gotten too busy.
I’ve caused some pain.
I could tell you all the wrongs I’ve committed as a mother in great detail.
After all, those are the things that play over and over in our heads nightly, right?!.
All the ways we could be screwing up our kids.
It can really devour you, that mother’s guilt.
It’s a ravenous beast that feeds off regret.
Kinda like quicksand.
The more frenzied you struggle with it, the quicker it swallows you up.
But.
If you still your thoughts
Take a deep breath
And fuel yourself with radical grace
You can wade through the muck and find your way back to solid ground.
Back to the foundation of intention.
And friend, if you’re here, I know your intention.
It’s hopeful.
It’s honest.
It’s strong.
It’s pure.
And it puts Love above all else.
So instead of remembering how I’d caused an egg on my little guy's head, I remembered how I held him and sang to him through his tears.
Instead of letting the image of a burn mark on my toddler’s hand get seared into my brain, I let the memories of Mickey Mouse pancakes, gingerbread men, and sprinkled cupcakes pour in.
Rather than harp on the fact that I completely misdiagnosed my son’s anxiety, I began to sing praise for the help we got him with a professional and how far he’s come since then.
Rather than beating myself up for missing author day, I remember his smile when I walked in on Monday, the mom who might have been a day late, but still showed up. And you bet your butt I showed up to every school event since.
I’ve screwed up more times than I can count.
But those tally marks can’t outweigh all the ways love and grace have been my buoy.
And this grown boy, right here.
With this smile, this hug, this heart.
It’s all I need, to know I’m doing ok.
So if your struggling with guilt
You’re not alone.
If you think you’re a bad mom…
You’re not alone
But if you’re showing up
learning from your wrongs
And pouring all the love you have over your children.
Let me tell you,
You’re doing pretty amazing, mama. ♥️
©️ Mehr Lee
Raise Her Wild