Why Mom Guilt is a Gift
I have a theory about those nasty pregnancy hormones: that there’s something about them that triggers an invisible guilt gland to go into hyper drive. Eventually, the guilt becomes as unruly an unstoppable as the contractions that help shove our babies into the world. It sticks around well past the baby years. When it comes to motherhood, for most of us, mom guilt is simply part of the bargain.
When I can’t be the end-all-be-all mom that culture tells me I should be, mom guilt has a way of rearing its ugly head. Sure, on a cerebral level I realize I can’t whip up organic breakfasts, teach my children to love Tolstoy, and create designer playrooms all while keeping my hair in place. My brain gets it, but sometimes my heart doesn’t, and then I feel the familiar pangs of guilt.
It’s a bitter pill to swallow, but I’ve come to see my mom guilt as a gift. Yep, you read that right. Mom guilt is a gift.
“But he said to me, ‘My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.’ Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me” (2 Corinthians 2:9).
Being a mama simply puts a magnifying glass over something that has always been true: I am weak. That’s the cloud. But here’s the silver lining: My weakness provides an opportunity for God to show off. The cracks in my parenting are really opportunities for me to cling to Jesus more and point my kiddos to Him as the one who meets needs best.
Would you take a minute to thank God for being strong in your areas of weakness and to teach you how to lean on Him rather than wallow in mom guilt?