More often than not….Banishing Mommy Guilt

More often than not,
at the end of the day,

I realize that once again…

I didn’t get the chance to play “Guess Who” or Dress Up or Store.
I didn’t have the time to listen to his new joke today.
I don’t know how her day was. I did ask but didn’t really hear the answer.
I rushed through story time and declined a request for another book.
I was short tempered (on more occasions than I care to admit).

And I tell myself…

Tomorrow will be different.
I know what’s important.
I will make sure that I sit and I play and I listen (really listen).
I will laugh and I will love and I will enjoy them and me and us.
EVERYDAY, from now on.

But, more often than not,
at the end of THAT day,

I realize that once again…

I didn’t get the chance to play “Guess Who” or Dress Up or Store.
I didn’t have the time to listen to his new joke today.
I don’t know how her day was. I did ask but didn’t really hear the answer.
I rushed through story time and declined a request for another book.
I was short tempered (on more occasions than I care to admit).

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My life (and I’m sure many of you feel the same way) is insanely busy.

How can I do it all?

How can I ensure our bellies are fed when I’m tending cash at a make believe grocery store?
How can I ensure we have clean clothes while I’m laughing uncontrollably at the joke of the day?
How can I ensure that the cupboards are stocked while I’m enthralled in a deep conversation of the days events?
How can I take care of everything and still be the joyful, carefree, fun loving me?

How…?

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I need to realize that I can’t do it all.
Something’s gotta give.
I need to learn to let go.
Laundry will have to sit another day.
I’ll pick up some dinner on the way home.
I will turn off the radio in the car and listen to their stories.
I will put little notes in their lunch boxes.
I will make sure we all sit down together as a family for dinner.
I will declare 1 night a week family night (no TV or computer or video games).
And I’ll make sure I’m there for each one of them.

I have to.
I want to.

I don’t want them to ever look back at their childhood and say that I didn’t have time for them.

NEVER.
EVER.