Mom-guilt and its second-guessing demons are from Satan

Before kids, I belonged to the confident, self-assured group of people that thought I wouldn’t let having children change who I was in any respect.

Then an 8-pound, 4-ounce bundle was placed in my arms. And my confidence was destroyed. Self-assuredness thrown out the window.

Nearly two years later, I’ll be the first to admit–I am not the same person I was before I became a parent.

The woman who could walk in the office of a CEO and boldly propose new ideas now stares inside the diaper bag, frozen in fear over whether she packed all the right things to cover any potential crisis that may arise during the hour-long trip to the grocery store. Do I have enough toys for distraction? Will she eat this snack? Do I need to bring a sweater? Should I grab some Tylenol? (You know, just in case she spikes a sudden fever.) Oh wait, Tylenol is “bad,” right? Do I have some more-natural Little Remedies?

Every time before leaving the house: Food? Check. Coat? Check. Hat? Check. Giant diaper bag? Check. And then ... is she too warm? Should I take off her coat? Is that too big of a snack before dinner???

Every time before leaving the house: Food? Check. Coat? Check. Hat? Check. Giant diaper bag? Check. And then … is she too warm? Should I take off her coat? Is that too big of a snack before dinner???

Every decision is questioned. Analyzed. Pitched to other moms on Facebook for their input. Hey, I’m all for research and preparedness and doing things as safe as possible; there’s nothing wrong with that. But then, once the decision is made, I wonder if it was the right one. I see another mom has made a different choice, and I start to measure mine against hers. Perhaps her decision was better? Am I doing the wrong thing? Am I ruining my children for life??

With the second-guessing comes the guilt. The feelings that I should’ve done better. That I did indeed make a bad choice. That my decision will have a detrimental and devastating impact on the future and well-being of the littles entrusted to my care. And this guilt can really mess with your mind.

This is especially true when you make a decision that varies from whatever’s considered the mainstream or “superior” standard: formula feeding vs. breastfeeding, back sleeping vs. tummy sleeping, organic foods vs. convenience and cost, staying at home vs. working, pro- vs. anti-vaccinations … and the list goes on. The guilt can grip your soul so tightly that you feel the need to justify and explain and even apologize for the decisions you’ve made–when you’re not crying about them. Even when health and finances and your personal household demand a decision that differs from the norm. Even when what seems “bad” to others is truly what’s best for you and your child.

Moms, I say this with all due respect: just who do we think are?

Do we actually think our actions will add one second of a day to our child’s lives? That if we had “just done this” we would’ve had the power to change an eternal outcome?

I'm so glad this little life does not depend solely on me.

I’m so glad this little life does not depend solely on me.

I’ll never forget Liv’s first serious sickness. I had to leave on a business trip right after she came down with congestion that led to a double ear infection. We had taken her to the doctor, and she had started a course of antibiotics. She was well cared for with my husband and other family members while I was away. But she wasn’t fully recovered by the time I got home, and because of a slight condition she was born with called laryngomalacia, her breathing–which could sound raspy when healthy–seemed particularly labored through the congestion.

I knew in the back of my mind that this was normal and that her pediatrician had told me she would sound worse when sick. I also knew she was getting better, and her fever had broke. That, yes, she was sleeping a lot, but she was happy, though not back to herself, when awake.

Yet the sounds of her heavy, squeaky, rattly breathing as she approached her 14th hour of sleep were too much for this momma’s heart to bear. My fears knocked me flat. And I crumpled into the floor of my closet and sobbed.

I shouldn’t have left. I should’ve been there for her. I have failed her. Another mom would’ve done it better.

The guilt was oppressive.

It stopped me in my tracks. It pushed aside my logic. It silenced conversation with my Heavenly Father. It was all focused on me.

See, I think, if we truly admit it, we moms start to believe the lie that the control abides in us. That this burden and challenge of raising children is ours alone to bear. That the weight of making the right decision is on our shoulders.

And we forget God.

We elevate our importance and ignore His power. We become blind to His leading and teaching. We think His grace for our finite, fallible human ways must not apply in this situation.

And instead we allow the great deceiver to flood our thoughts and take the reins of our fears. Oh, how he must love to replace our trust in Him and His divinity with terror and doubt.

I wrote in my last blog post about how Our Creator formed us to be fearfully and wonderfully made. But the psalm doesn’t end there. It goes on to say “You saw me before I was born. Every day of my life was recorded in your book. Every moment was laid out before a single day had passed.” (Psalm 139:16)

You see, the days of these little lives don’t rest solely on us; they’ve been planned out and purposed by Him. If we are putting God in the center of our decisions, we can move forward with confidence in them. Despite how you feel those decisions may look to anyone else outside your household. So fill that bottle with formula with your head held high, knowing you are nourishing your child. Head in for another day at the office, knowing it’s what God’s called you to do. Research and prepare and pray–and then leave the decision in His hands.

And on the days when you feel your choices truly weren’t the best, don’t give Satan a space to fill your heart with guilt and guessing. Instead, turn to the Almighty One who knows the beginning to the end. Ask Him for wisdom for the future–or forgiveness, if needed. Be consumed by His care. Thank Him that it’s not all up to us. And press on knowing that He’s gone before.

 

“Trust in the LORD with all your heart; do not depend on your own understanding. Seek His will in all you do, and He will show you which path to take.” (Proverbs 3:5-6)

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