Mom Guilt

Tonight, as I scrape the plates of mostly uneaten fettuccine and green beans I prepared, I am consumed with Mom Guilt.

 

On any given day there is a multitude of reasons for Mom Guilt to set in.  Lost patience, poor role modeling, raised voices, the list goes on. Tonight I am feeling guilty for missing my daughter’s first tennis match.  It started at 3:30 (3:30!) about 10 minutes away from where I work. Which typically wouldn’t be a problem except for the fact that I… well, have to work. Until 4.  Which is great, except when you have a child that has a game/match/whatever that starts at 3:30.

 

Rushing out the school door, with both the littles in tow, promptly at 4 pm determined to catch the end of the match, I’m feeling fairly confident with my packed snacks and drinks for the kids, quilts and gloves in case it’s chilly (Soccer season? Freezing!). Being the novice tennis mom that I am, I thought the game (is it called a game? Or a match? whatever.) wouldn’t be over until 4:45 giving me plenty of time to pull out my Canon, maybe take a video or two to send to Mr. Robinson.

 

But I was wrong.

While pulling out of the parking lot I received a text from B that simply read, “we lost. 4-0.”

I missed it. The whole thing. And while I’m enjoying my little pity party, to make matters worse I was the only parent not there. Well, me and Mr. Robinson that is. Absentee parents, unite!

 

Mom Guilt via grateful simplicity

Random-ness via grateful simplicity

My little Mom Guilt instigator extraordinaire.

Random-ness via grateful simplicity

yes, I’m talking ’bout you, K

 

 

While a quick trip to TJ Maxx to score a new tennis skirt and a stop at the gas station for an Icee may have soothed her hurt feelings, my Mom Guilt will continue to kick in for much longer.  Moms are gifted when it comes to guilt. It doesn’t take much for that Mom Guilt to find us and permeate our thoughts. Why is that?

Random-ness via grateful simplicity

Then there’s this guy, whose just happy I remembered to come back and get him at the end of the day.

 

In my defense, it wasn’t until last week that my sweet girl even decided she wanted to try tennis- but, trying telling that to my Mom Guilt.

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