I am not Super Mom.
I tried to be, believe me. It seems like these days when you leave the hospital with your new little bundle of joy, you also get a cape packed in with the coupons for diapers and formula.
“Congratulations, Mom! Good luck trying to be and do everything!”
I had visions of being that mom – the one that bakes fresh cookies for after school snacks, the one who “whips up” a costume, just because her child wanted to be Batman that day. The one that could cook Chicken Francese while entertaining the baby and helping her older girls with their homework – all at the same time.
It was pretty easy at first. My first daughter was a good baby – a good sleeper, good eater – we were very lucky. I kept up with the house and even started working from home. Then I got pregnant again when she was 8 months old and that’s when I started to feel things unravel.
By the time I was ready to deliver my second daughter, I already felt like I couldn’t give 100% to my job or my kid…and it just went downhill from there.
Flash-forward to today, and I have THREE kids plus a business to run. My cape is buried somewhere under the pile of toys and old mail that currently resides on my dining room table.
I can’t even pretend to have it all together. I just about make it out the house every day with my contacts in and my hair brushed; gone are the days of full make-up for preschool drop offs!
As my business has become busier (thank you, God!), my house has become messier. The laundry is starting to creep across the floor, and the dust bunnies have grown up into dust rabbits with little dust bunny families.
I had a hard time giving up my cape at first. I wanted to be able to do it all. But I mostly just made myself (and my family) crazy, and things were still a mess.
So now that I’m just a mere mortal, I understand my limitations.
My house will never be Martha Stewart ready.
My kids will watch a bit too much TV on some days when I’m busy packing orders.
The laundry will always be one step away from smothering me in my sleep.
But overall, life is good. I’m home every day with my kids, and I get to be my own boss! I cook home meals almost every night, and my kids get to enjoy dance classes and soccer games because of my business.
Hmmm…maybe I should hold onto that cape after all…