Instead of taking my kid someplace or playing with her on this school-free day, I conked out and slept all day. I’m a bad mother.
On the other hand, she engaged in imaginative play on her own for hours, not needing me in the least. I’m a good mother.
If the point of child-rearing is preparing the child for the parent’s death, then “my child doesn’t need me” is the greatest badge of honor.
OK, I solved my cognitive dissonance.