I want to be a mom who is intentional in showing my kids how to love and respect themselves and one another, how to set boundaries and enjoy being at home, and how to put relationships above schedules and agendas. I want to be a mom who spends more time actually being with my kids and less time herding them out the door or cleaning up from my latest Pinterest fail. I want to be a mom who yells less and listens more. I want to be a mom who loves her kids well, even if that means we never leave the house on a weekday. I consider a trip to the library a workout. Some consider a trip to the library an escape. Instead of being the mom who can do it all, go all the places, do all the crafts, plan and execute all the outings, and take all the pretty pictures of all of these things, I’m going to focus instead on being just a good enough mom. In that moment, right there in Piggly Wiggly, I decided: I’m hanging up my cape.
#Super mom cape free
These strawberries will be good enough.” I picked up two quarts of strawberries, feeling free and inspired.
I said it out loud in the produce department, my kids running amuck and begging a banana: “I don’t have to go strawberry picking. And in the back of my mind, I heard someone say, “Well, look at you, SUPERMOM.”Īnd then I saw strawberries on sale for $1.99/pint at our neighborhood Piggly Wiggly. I felt the urge in me to blow up at my kids and have an irritable, overwhelmed attitude with my husband that evening when I would stand in my kitchen surrounded by berries I now had to do something with before they went bad. I was filled with so much anxiety and dread, I could already hear myself yelling at my three-year-old not to trample the berry plants and feel the dull ache in my back, not from bending to pick the berries, but from lunging to capture my runaway one-year-old twins. “Oh no,” I thought, “I have to take them strawberry picking.” My newsfeed was suddenly filled with pictures of my friends’ adorable children all wearing red-dye stained faces and holding up basketfuls of plump, juicy berries. For me, anxiety, impatience, and being easily overwhelmed are vices I wrestle with constantly, but they are particularly triggered when I attempt to “overachieve” as a mom or act pretty “super.”Įarlier this summer, as I scrolled through my social media newsfeed, I began to feel the pressure. The vices are weaknesses that come out to play when the heroes are busy doing their hero duties. When I’ve explained my real-life struggles to the well-intentioned stranger, they’ve often responded with something like, “But it doesn’t matter! You’re here! You’re out! You’re doing it!” And while that may very well be true, I’ve begun to wonder if the price of being Supermom (aka pushing myself to take #allmykids to #alltheplaces to do #allthethings) is worth it.Īlthough superheroes appear to have it all together, we all know that every hero has his vice. I may *appear* to have it all together, but the truth is, I probably spent an hour wrestling my kids into shoes, yelling at them to hurry up, drying tears that were shed due to said yelling, pushing them into car seats, wrangling them into strollers, and losing my mind saying, “don’t touch that,” “stay right with me!” or trying to keep my eyes on all four at any given time. Usually when I hear this comment, I am flying solo with all four kids in some public setting: the store, the zoo, the park, the pool, etc. It might be helpful to understand the context.
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