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When You Second Guess Yourself as a Parent

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“Mooooooommmmmmyyyyyyyyyy!” My 2-year-old screams as I seek solace in the darkness of my bedroom closet. My knees are pulled into my chest as I sit there, back against the door, like a thief in the night dreading capture.

I hear my husband murmur the words, “Mommy needs some breathing time. Let’s give her some space, OK?” As they walk away, I finally hear what I was craving.

Silence. My sigh of relief is what brought upon the waterworks I had been holding back. The failure as a mom hit me like a ton of bricks.

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