Rachel Hillestad hasn’t perfected the art of French braiding her daughters’ hair. She doesn’t serve organic, free-range chicken for dinner. And for her four kids’ first day of school, she didn’t photograph them posing with cute chalkboards listing their ages and heights, as she saw some of her friends doing.
The Kansas City mom feels guilty about all of it — her perceived shortcomings as a parent. And because she has Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, that guilt translates into torturing herself with the same self-critical thoughts over and over: “You’re not a good mom,” and “Your kids don’t know you love them.”