Parenting Guilt

Dear Parenting Guilt,

You are not useful. You do not help me become a better parent. You do not teach me, or help me. You do not inspire or motivate me. I am not a better parent because of you. Please go away.

You make me feel like I don’t spend enough time with my daughter. Or that I’m not feeding her enough. Or that I’m feeding her too much formula and not enough mush. Or that I don’t give her enough baths. Or that I swaddled too long – or not long enough. Or that I let her sleep in our bed too long – or not long enough. Or that the “cry it out” thing I’m trying right now is mean and cruel. Or that I’m not teaching her to walk/crawl/dance fast enough. You get the idea. Knock it off.

But mostly, I hate the way you try to make me feel like I’m “doing it wrong” because I wake up every day and go to work instead of staying home to play with my daughter.

Because I’m on to your game. I know how you work. I know that no matter what I do, or what parenting choices I make, you’ll always try to make me feel guilty. There’s no pleasing you and your perfectionist tendencies. No matter what, you’ll always try to make me feel like I’m not good enough, strong enough, loving enough, or smart enough.

I don’t want anything to do with you. Please get a life.

That is all. Thank you.

Reuben

P.S. Stay the hell away from my wife. She is an excellent mother, and I’ll be damned if I let you make her think any different.