Even Superman Misses His Mom

This morning I woke up and got the kids ready for school. We all got off to a good start this morning, and that made me feel good. Then it came time for me to leave for work. I went up to one of the twins and told him to have fun at school and that I had to leave for work. I was totally shocked with what happened. He started to cry. I gave him all the comforting that I could. I told him I would pick him up from the babysitters that night. He nodded and he understood.

I felt so bad. It wasn't something that caused me to slink around depressed all day. I didn't let the guilt and shame seep in. I know there is no way we can have a life where I stay at home. I know that's because of some of the choices I made in the past, but I also know that I am doing the best that I can. So even though my heart broke a little when he cried this morning I didn't let it affect the part of me that feels confident that I am a good mom doing her best.

But I do hate seeing how they are affected by all of this. I know it's hard, but I know that life isn't perfect and childhood can't be full of endless happy moments. They are going to face hardship and they need to learn how to cope with that. I just didn't realize my needing to work had such an affect on him, and that's hard to realize.

I wish I could take that hurt away, but that just isn't possible. For now I just need to remember that I am doing the best that I can. That is all I have to offer so I guess it will just have to do. Even Superman misses his mom, and even a Supermom can't be everything all the time. Hopefully my kids can accept what I can be.