I couldn’t seem to shake them — those “bad mom” whispers in my head. As I raised my children, they became a familiar companion — constantly reminding me of my mothering inadequacy. When I couldn’t seem to get my kids to school on time: “A good mom would set better consequences and this wouldn’t be a problem.” When I lost my temper: “See? You blew it again. What a great example for your kids.” When I disappointed one of my children: “This is what they will remember about you. All the times you screwed up.” When I gave in when I should have stood firm: “You …
