mom guilt

Mom guilt is real
As real as the struggle
It’s as real as you feel
When your kid and you snuggle 

Have I told her I loved her
Any more times than him? 
Should I read books after bath 
Or, finally go to the gym? 

I missed my daughter's field trip
’Cause I got caught up at work
That mom used vacation days
Now this one feels like a jerk 

My darling boy was breastfed
About a month longer than her
Or the other way around?
Ugh, their childhood’s a blur

OMG there is a mess
In each room I seem to pass
Should I do the damn dishes
Or sit down and help with her math?

Did they get outside enough?
And eat more veggies than sweet treats?
Was that cucumber organic?
We’ve been more conscious about meat!

Do I tell my kids enough
That mommy loves them both so dear?
Do they know they are my world?
If not, that is my greatest fear

“Mama, will you play with me?”
Is something that I often hear
But it’s far and few between 
If I dare look into a mirror  

In fact, sometimes I scream and shout
And likely look a buffoon
Perhaps I’ll learn to meditate
Or maybe buy them a balloon 

It can creep up out of the blue
When you do not expect it there
Mom guilt can overcome you
And it really isn’t fair 

So, if you’re anything like me
And these thoughts also intervene 
Just focus, smile, and laugh…
Then promptly fix your crown, my queen