The world hit pause for a little while, causing many of us to reflect, myself included.
From one day to the next, my routine came to a halt. I could no longer take my toddler to the park or buy groceries.
It was too much.
Amidst all the chaos and breaking news, I dealt with anxiety, stress, uncertainty, and navigating my new “normal.”
I was eight months pregnant, working from home from with a very active toddler and our new and very lovable puppy. To add to the mix, we were in the process of buying a house all while I finished grad school and was in the process of completing my dissertation.
I found myself drowning in Mom guilt.
How could I navigate working from home, entertaining my toddler and a puppy, all while maintaining my household? After a few rough weeks filled with no energy, the third trimester is tough, random crying spells, unhealthy meals for my toddler, a bored puppy, and a messy house.
I had to pause and remind myself it is okay.
It is okay for me to admit that parenting, especially during a pandemic, is difficult.
It is okay for me to feel overwhelmed some days and grateful on other days.
It is okay for me to feed my toddler healthy cooked meals some days and fill her plate with Goldfish and happy meals on others.
It’s even okay to throw my screen time rules out the window, purely for my sanity!
I am going to have good days and bad days, and that is okay.
I reminded myself that having self-compassion and allowing myself to grow and learn and be okay is essential. Motherhood is tough. The thought of a new day can still be overwhelming, but tomorrow is a new day.
I am learning to let go of all my “Mom guilt.” Frankly, it was refreshing to admit that I am okay with being the world’s most okay-est parent.