Mom Shares Powerful Lesson She Learned About Parenting Guilt 2 Years After She Dropped Her Baby

by Caralynn Lippo
Caralynn is a writer, native New Yorker, TV enthusiast, and dog mom to Hobbes.

Being a mom isn’t easy. Balancing your day-to-day life with the needs of your child (babies, in particular) is a challenge for even the most efficient multitaskers.

As if the everyday difficulties of parenting aren’t hard enough to juggle, mommy shaming is also an unfortunate reality.

Even celebrity parents aren’t immune to constant criticisms regarding how they choose to parent their own children. Take Olivia Wilde, for instance — the actress was recently slammed by online bullies for daring to kiss her own child on the mouth.

While it’s true that other people can be cruel to moms who are just doing their best, sometimes a mom’s biggest critic is herself.

One young mom named Liz Mannegren shared an important story about the worst day of her life — the day she dropped her infant son — to make an incredible point about “the crushing weight of mom guilt.”

Scroll through to read Liz’s important message!

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Liz Mannegren is a 26-year-old mom and writer based in Vancouver, Canada. Liz runs the blog Mommy Mannegren.

She writes about parenting and child loss, having suffered four miscarriages and the stillbirth of her surviving son’s twin brother.

Liz and her husband’s twin boys Landon and Ali were born early, at 31 weeks, due to acute twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome.

Baby Landon was stillborn, while Ali is now “a sweet and handsome three-year-old” after six weeks spent in the NICU.

In a recent post that quickly went viral, Liz shared the story of the day she accidentally dropped baby Ali.

Liz wrote:

Today marks an anniversary that’s painful to remember. Two years ago, I dropped my baby.

And he fractured his skull.

The day had started out like any other: full of Cheerios, teething toys, and lazy morning feeds on the couch. I carried my son across the living room toward the kitchen, same as I had done a thousand times before, same as I would do a thousand times after.

And that was when it happened.

With all the strength and speed of a tiny acrobat, my son flipped backwards out of my arms and onto the floor. In mere seconds, a perfectly normal day turned into an absolute nightmare.

Maybe you know what I’m talking about. Most of us have had at least one of those days in our lives: a day when your world comes crashing down upon you, knocking you over with the suddenness of its ferocity. A day that you look back on, and simply wonder, “How could this have happened?”

We rushed to the ER with a whimpering baby and this mama in tears. As a tiny hospital band was slipped over my son’s wrist, the nurse assured us that they saw this all this time. “I dropped my baby once,” she said with a sympathetic smile, “except I dropped my baby on a concrete parking lot.”

That nurse had taken one look at me and seen the crushing weight of mom-guilt I was struggling to carry. While there was some small measure of comfort found in the fact that I wasn’t the first mom to drop her child, it didn’t relieve the feelings of failure that washed over me. To make matter worse, when the doctors called for an X-ray, they discovered the injury that I had dreaded the most — a fractured skull.

I was angry at myself for letting this happen, for somehow not predicting this and catching my son. My little boy had trusted me to protect him and to keep him from harm, and I’d quite literally let him down.

I felt like the world’s worst mother.

Motherhood is full of difficult lessons, and this one felt especially tough.

Try as we might, we cannot protect our children from everything. There will be days when we fall short. Days when our feelings of failure and guilt thrive on imperfect moments. Days when life is difficult and complicated. Days when we feel unworthy and broken. Days when our kisses aren’t strong enough to rub away the pains and hurts our children carry.

Today we might feel like a failure-of-a-mother, but we are more than our bad days.

These miserable, distressing, all-round-awful days serve as not-so-gentle reminders to savor life. Accidents happen. Life is fragile. It’s moments like these that remind us to never take these days for granted but to soak up each and every snuggle, each breath, and each precious laugh.

Motherhood is not defined by any single action, but rather, by the whole. I look at myself and see a woman who failed to grab her son in time. My son looks at me and sees “mom” — the one who comforts and holds him when he falls.

So to all the mothers struggling with a miserable day of your own, and to the mothers fighting feelings of inadequacy and inescapable mom-guilt — you are MORE than today.

Today does not define your motherhood.

Today may be horrible, but that DOESN’T mean that YOU are.

Liz’s post struck a chord with other moms, many of whom chimed in to comment that they’d experienced something similar and also felt that all-too-horrible wave of mom guilt.

Several women thanked Liz for her bravery in sharing her candid story.

“Thank you for your bravery to share to help us in our own battles with mommy guilt. You said it beautifully, full of encouragement. Thank you!” one wrote.

Liz shares with LittleThings that she has felt “so encouraged by the number of parents who have opened up about their own worst days and gut-wrenching accidents” since posting her own story.

She noted:

Often times we’re afraid to speak up about things like this because we’re afraid of being judged or called a “bad parent.” But the overwhelming response to this story has been that “we’ve all been there.” Whether we’ve experienced an accident like this, had a close call, or have felt mom-guilt over feelings of somehow letting our child down, we all have stories to tell. Parenting isn’t easy. Life isn’t easy. Accidents happen. But when we start to talk about the difficult subjects, we realize that we’re not alone in this.

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