I think every parent has an image in their mind of what being the perfect parent looks like and how we imagined parenting would be.
Maybe it’s time to reflect on the fantasy of perfect parenting and accept that there’s no such thing.
As you go about the next week or so, catch yourself measuring the gap between reality and what you as a perfect parent, would, should or could do. And then add a large dose of humanness into the mix.
The guilt of putting the kids in front of the T.V rather than playing with them becomes an acceptance that you’re only human.
Turn the critical voice in your head into the same compassionate one you have for frazzled friends.