Mother Guilt

January 24, 2010

As we sat around the lunch table after church today, I asked each member of my family the question that our pastor suggested “How can I love you better?”. My son, being a pre-teen male, said he is being adequately loved thank-you-very-much, Husband said he’d tell me later (wink, wink) and daughter said “You could stop being so busy.”

Knife through the heart.

She went on to tell me that sometimes she feels like my work is more important than her. As I sat there watching my little daughter’s eyes puddle up, I thought of all the times I’d shushed her during a conference call, or told her I couldn’t do something because I was on a deadline, or (worst of all) told her I’d be right there when I knew I had no intention of being right there.

I sat alone on the Island of I-suck and decided that I don’t want to be that momma anymore. Soon enough my nine year old daughter will be done with me.  So we looked at the calendar and planned a short overnight trip to the place where “you can get a donut the size of your head!” A donut won’t always fill my little girl’s love tank.

But it worked this time.

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