Yesterday my mom was over at our house with the little girl that she provides child care for. We were outside puttering around in the yard, and my mom said to me,
“Do you think I’ll ever be able to come over here with her and not feel guilty around you?”
I told her that she was being silly, I never felt jealous of her being around little kids, and I know that no other child could ever replace me in my mom’s heart. I’m 31 years old, for crying out loud.
I guess the guilt goes both ways. And mommy guilt just doesn’t disappear.
