So I've been trying to teach my son the concept of space.
"Equis, Mommy needs space," I'll tell him.
"No. MY space!" he replies.
I really am his space. I love and loathe this fact.
I know I should cherish every moment he's on top of me since I don't know how long he'll want to sleep in my arms or cuddle against me. Surely, he'll start pulling away from me in some years, and that makes me sad. Talk about a trigger for Mommy Guilt!
That's not to say that I don't find these moments of closeness precious. I do.
But can't a woman pee alone? Or cook with hot oil without worrying my son's face will be burnt by it?
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: sometimes parenting feels like drowning.
My therapist says it's good that I'm trying to establish boundaries with him. Limits. The non-Mommy side of me agrees with her. The Mommy side of me yells, "Are you joking?"
But mommies need breaks too, and I shouldn't feel guilty about that, right?
What are instances in which you feel Mommy or Daddy guilt?