Guilt and its power over single mothers
Several years ago, a friend (single and without children at the time), took it upon himself to impart his limited knowledge on parenting:
“All mothers feel guilty,” he’d said. He was trying to make me feel better.
To give you context, it was a Wednesday evening and I was sitting, deflated, in a classroom. Just a few hours earlier I had left my day job at precisely 5 p.m. to pick up my daughters from daycare, feed them supper, and rush them to the babysitter’s apartment. Oh and by the way, the “babysitter” was my girls’ father. (I could say: “that’s another story”, but as we know, it’s all part of the same story, isn’t it?)