There are very few things that feel worse
than being grilled by an 11-year old
who’s telling you how much you messed up,
because you weren’t there when you said you would be.
See, kids have this way
of telling you your flaws
in the simplest way
so that you can’t really argue with them.
After 15 minutes of being schooled
on how to be a responsible adult
and trying to hold back tears
so that a little human
that is a fraction of your age
does not see you cry,
you realize that you’ve experienced what it’s like to have mother’s guilt.
I couldn’t imagine feeling like that all of the time.
To my mother,
To other mothers,
I’m also sorry.
I think I’ll stick to being a dog mom for a while.