So I had one of the most “Mommy guilt”-filled moments recently. Ugh, I feel like kicking myself in the shins every time it comes to mind.
My son and I were watching Toy Story on TV together. He, being the hyper kid he is, wasn’t content with just sitting back and watching. He was running around the room, re-enacting the scenes. He’d reach for his toys as props. He’d also call out to me, involving me in his playtime.
Apparently he had been trying to catch my attention. But I was seated on the floor, checking my work e-mail on my phone. Know what he did?
He took my phone, placed it on the floor, then sat on my lap.
My heart dropped. Bad Mommy! Mommy guilt galore!
I’ve always been big on “Being present for your kid” and man, is it hard. That was the first time my own son called my attention to how absent I was at that moment. I know I shouldn’t beat myself up over it, but it was a life-defining moment for me.
While he was on my lap, he began engaging me in conversations. We watched Toy Story together, this time, our attention both focused on Woody and Buzz. Thanks, son, for reminding me of being IN the moment.