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The guilt of enjoying going to work.

Lately I have so much guilt on my heart.
I never thought I would choose being a working mom over a stay at home mama. When I left corporate America 3 years ago, i said never again. I couldn't imagine ever not being here for my babies.
Fate found me in a grocery store one day in June. I walked in to get food for a friend in need, and out with a job interview.
I remember getting in the car and being so unbelievably excited, yet so very guilty. I didnt even think about care for my kids I just was excited to do something that I was passionate about. But I wanted to keep a secret. I was scared of judgement from being so vocal about leaving a full time job for a stay at home gig. Would people think I failed ? Would they question my income? Would they gossip?


It became a spiral leading to no where good.
Last week I found myself questioning am I still a mom if one child is at camp gigi while the other is at daycare? And the worst part, I freaking love my job. So leaving isnt hard. . I should be crying in my car, yet I found my singing on the way in. But mom guilt convinced me that I shouldn't feel this way
Mom guilt is a sneaky little bitch that finds it's way into your mind. It tries to bring your down and forget that you were an amazing human before you gave birth to amazing humans.
Fate has found me again though, in the last three days I have gotten so much one on one time with this sweet girl. Yeah she might be sick, but sick means snuggly.
And did you know that snuggles cure mom guilt 99.9% of the time ?
My point Is friends....
stay at home mom, working mom, part time custody mom, adopted mom, all moms, we are amazing humans that raise amazing humans.
We deserve to have joy outside our children. We deserve the sneaky bitch that is mom guilt to be silenced while we find ourselves again.

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