I am utterly and entirely untouched by ‘mum guilt’.
I’ve never used the phrase and I’ve never experienced it.
I have felt sad at nursery drop off. I’ve mooned over pictures of my children whilst I was at work. I’ve paused to consider whether three hours on an iPad is the best childhood experience I could offer.
But that’s reflection- a momentary wonder. A healthy and normal check of the parenting pulse.
At any given moment, I am probably giving my 70% best. That ebbs and flows. That’s wholly acceptable and, more importantly, sustainable.
Mum-guilt is a bullshit patriarchal load of codswallop. Another phrase invented to make women eat themselves.
Throw it- and any other ‘mum’ prefixed phrase- out with the next pooh-smeared nappy and coast along in the knowledge that it’s ok to like yourself and the parent you are.