How did that become my fault?

Feeling you move inside of me; lying on your bedroom floor when it was empty contemplating how to decorate for your entry into the world in some form of neutral gender display only seems like yesterday. The beauty of learning to be a Mum and nurturing your world, taking what I needed from my own childhood and combining what I've grown into. My morals, my love, my ideals, my views, my learnings... It is all amazing, heart wrenching, beautiful. Yet no-one warns you of how everything somehow becomes your fault when teenage years arrive. Your best friend is fighting with you? Well yes that's my fault... I was not only miles away at the time this all took place & I'd left school in 1981 however that doesn't seem to matter. Your injury on the netball court? Yes, that ones my fault too even though I don't play netball & was just watching you play and supporting your team! The fight you had with your father last night? You guessed it, my fault but I was at my exercise class when that one happened. The list seems to be endless. Yet how, when you've done all that wonderous work in your childs formative years, as a Mother, does everything become your fault??? Yet I love you just the same.