Working Mom Guilt When a Child's Sick

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It’s 3:50am and I’m supposed to be on the road to work. Instead, I’m sitting on my 5 year old’s bed, taking his temperature, giving him some medicine to get his fever down. He’s burning up, and melting my heart with his dear, sweet smile and loving eyes. He just wants to keep giving me hugs and I want to keep giving them back. This is when I hate leaving home for work. I know he’s well taken care of. I trust my husband, our stay at home parent. I keep saying that to myself, because I realize these pangs of wanting to stay home are selfish. I feel better about being a good mother when I’m the one taking his temperature, touching his forehead with my lips, and giving him comforting smiles as he keeps sneezing, blowing, wiping and laying. However, the more I think about it, Finnley won’t notice that I’m not the one to fill his juice cup and turn on another Star Wars movie. Finnley won’t notice who throws away all of his used tissues. I have to temper this and know that in a few hours, I’ll get to do that, but for now, I must do this – work.

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