Towards a Guilt-Free Motherhood (Part 2)

It was 8pm on a Tuesday night. Little Edison was taking his own sweet time, munching on his apple, and watching the TV. I was anxious to return to our home from my PIL’s house, but the boy has not even taken his shower. I was tired and my face was ‘black’, but he didn’t notice it. I packed up our things and I told him angrily to continue eating…

Towards a Guilt-Free Motherhood (Part 1)

Before I have Little Edison, I had no idea that being a mother would involve carrying around a huge sack of guilt. A totally unnecessary sack of guilt, I should elaborate, but no matter how hard I try to avoid, it still creeps stealthily towards me. Last week, I was watching a Korean drama at 10pm. I told Edison to sleep on his own as the drama will end at…