maternal ‘never-do-enough’ syndrome: homeschool mom guilt

I would like to know why moms are hard-wired to feel guilty about their littles: homeschool mom guilt.

We never do enough.

No matter the healthy meals we prepare, no matter the oodles of bedtime stories we read, or the time we spend planning their educations, we know we haven’t done it right enough, long enough, well enough, because our kids can’t get enough.

Let’s chat about homeschool mom guilt.

Homeschool mom guilt

Can we do enough? Homeschool mom guilt will declare a solid “no“.

I certainly don’t have enough time to perfect my patience…only thirteen years left for practice, and though I’ve come far, I’ve got a long way to go.

But it doesn’t matter, because I know that I can’t do enough.

My kids always want me to listen to one more story, to intervene in their squabbles, again, to look just one more time at their Barbie wedding or their Lego build, or to listen one more time to their dream, their story, their idea.

I mostly do it, but I don’t always do it.


I have a few other things going on.

And somewhere about nine each night, I don’t even want to.

Are you shocked? (If you are, I want to know your secrets: the unending well of giving energy.)

If you’re not shocked, then how do you deal with it?

I have learned to do a few things for myself that give me a bit more energy though, like deleting things that others tell me I need to do to live a meaningful life.

Such as…

  • teaching Sunday School every week (umm, I think I’ve been with enough kids during the week),
  • traveling to Hawaii once a year (sorry Hawaiians, I might be the only Canadian mainlander that doesn’t have that on my bucket list), and
  • buying an air fryer (I just don’t care: if I haven’t purchased a microwave, so I’m pretty sure I’ll never get on the air fryer wagon).
I am acquainted with a lot of people, as we all are, but I can’t invest meaningful relational time with all of them.


  • every mom at the homeschool co-op or forest school,
  • even every person that wants to be friends with me, or
  • every family member, whether we’re first cousins or third,

So, I have to pick and choose.

The people we choose to include in our inner circle, have a profound impact on our day-to-day, so we have to choose wisely.

I have learned to do a few things that I want to do too, like flipping through the first five minutes of random Netflix flicks just to peruse.


  • I study impressionist art with the kids,
  • along with geometry and prepositions,
  • read classic stories before bedtime because I like to, and
  • I listen to TED talks in the morning and do yoga mid-morning.
Every day, I insist I have a quiet time in the middle of the day, just to deflate, think, read, or write.

No interruptions are allowed unless someone’s on fire or wants chores.

From time to time, say every month, I hear from myself in bickering edginess, so I know it’s time for me to take a break. When every day sounds like a PMS Day, I need to leave the house.

If an hour away for grocery shopping seems relaxing, I know I’m imbalanced.

The grocery store is not a relaxing place to hang out.

When I get out of balance, I enlist my husband’s childcare abilities for an afternoon away. (I don’t feel guilty about that.)

An hour of shopping alone is a preliminary way to come down from the busy. Then with a tall non-fat latte in hand, I wander the aisles of Chapters until I feel a creative drive to take pen and journal in hand and soothe the soul, a healthy antidote to my overwhelm.

How do you keep an internal balance?

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