Guilt pangs

 It’s half past your usual wake up time and you wake up startled. Hello,Mommy guilt. You are for real. The world wants to keep you on your feet so they can remind you every now and then that your mom guilt needs to exist. 

Kids using iPad -mommy to the blame. Like she doesn’t have enough guilt within -the society adds to her shoulders the guilt that she can barely hold. When daddy changes diapers he is tagged “The responsible father” but when mommy does the same it is “considered” a part of mommy duty she signed up for. 

If mommy wakes up late, everybody is late. Every schedule is down the drain and everyone can’t hold themselves together. Despite moms running odd jobs appreciation is down to nil cause that is what she signed up for. Daddy becomes the “helpful and perfect parent” if he can handle the family chores for a day and give mommy some time off. As much as we appreciate men for what they do ,we seem to forget we are adding further the “mommy guilt” baggage when women decide to rest. 

As the next gen we talk about equal parenting, but why do women always have to be the primary caregivers ? If parenting is equal responsibilities are to be shared equally too. But the society decides to peek gender bias and every Tom and Harry has an opinion when men change diapers or bathe a child. 

Mom guilt is real . With passing generations the load has reduced but it still exists. If the child is sick-mommy does not feed them well, if the child is cranky - mommy does not pay attention,if the child does not get good grades- mommy has to become a full time caregiver.  Why are women blamed for every wrongdoing but never appreciated for the challenges they face to set things right. As much as we speak feminism we don’t practise it. Society is what nurtures this mom guilt and if people mind their own business maybe mom guilt could be a thing of the past and equal parenting could actually be possible. 

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