“Put your phone down mummy”. Those words still cut through me. I was awash with mothers guilt. I felt ashamed and guilty that I was trying to hide the fact that I was responding to emails rather than watching Orlando put on a little show for me. I hadn’t seen him all day, and yet somehow I still couldn’t dedicate five minutes to my son. He’s only 2.5 years old and yet he could see straight through me.
I thought to myself “I’m a shit mum”.
The mothers guilt that I felt that day, and seem to feel every day, is a constant battle.Continue Reading →