During a visit to the doctors and chemist this morning, I spoke to two other mums and within both short chit-chats they mentioned the word ‘guilt’. I’ve talked about my own guilt many times before, but it was interesting to hear it from someone else.
To put into context, I didn’t bring up this subject. In fact, these two women were my nurse and the pharmacist. The nurse asked if I was breast-feeding before administering me a jab, to which I responded with no, as I’m not very good at it. She then ‘confessed’ that she never was either and ended up bottle feeding both of her two children but she felt so guilty when she decided to switch.
I have explored this topic on bottle vs breast before and got nothing but positive comments from other parents, about how just being happy and healthy is the main thing. So why do we put so much pressure on ourselves still?
Speaking of parental guilt, my second encounter this morning was chin-wagging to the lovely pharmacist at Boots. She was cooing over Baby and I explained how she doesn’t normally get a look in, as her older brother takes the limelight (he was at nursery). We briefly chatted about which nurseries were good in the area before stating ‘you feel guilty with your second, don’t you. Because you can’t spend as much time with them on your own.’ I agreed.
I wish I had as much time, just me and Baby to give her the same attention to help her develop as quickly as Lil Man did. But the lovely lady at Boots also mentioned how quick her second was at learning everything, mostly from following suit from her eldest.
So I should stop punishing myself, like about our meltdown at the park and think she just has one more person to give them love and attention than her older sibling ever did.