Mommy Guilt Strikes Again

Last night my son injured himself. Two bad cuts on his small beautiful fingers. After dealing with the problem and bandaging his injuries, guilt began to set in.

I should have been watching him better.

This of course is absurd. Even if my eye was on him, the moment happened so fast, there was nothing I could have done to stop it. Injuries happen. Especially with children. Sometimes things are preventable, but sometimes they are not. 

Yes, I know this. But as I was staring at the red-stained towel, I couldn't help but feel like it was my fault. Have I told you I have a tendency to focus on the perceived negative aspects? I'm working on it.

I love this video from Story of This Life because it really demonstrates how parents view a day versus their children. I look at my perpetually dirty house, long working hours, and the never ending to do list. My son focuses on the smaller moments. Cooking dinner with my husband. Building train tracks. Reading books together before bedtime.

Children have the uncanny ability to view the world differently. Openly. As adults, we tend to lose this special power.

Things to focus on: (1) My son is fine and basically forgot about his accident. (2) This was not the first, nor the last, incident to happen. (3) Each day is filled with beautiful moments. Remember those.