SuperMom

Yes, I am a SuperMom! I'm shouting this out on the internet, not because I am quite full of myself, but because we have those days when we need to remind ourselves that even though I failed miserably today I sometimes knock this 'Being a Mom' thing outta the park.

Being SuperMom is not about the big amazing things. It's the small everyday things that matter.

What have you done that made you think, "Man, I'm rockin' this Mom thing!"? Please comment and SHOUT IT OUT LOUD. What makes you a SuperMom?

Here is my list....even if it only took me a few months to write!

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1. I went down the twisty slide at the park at the insistence of my Littlest Man...while wearing my 2 week old...and with a coffee (don't worry it was no longer hot)!

2. Hosted a birthday party for my little men this August...while 40 weeks pregnant...and I joined in the water fight.

3. I breastfeed the Littlest Man while pushing my Little Man (then 2 years old) on the swing.

4. Walked my Little Man to and from his first day of JK while have contractions.

5. I threatened that I would tie the Little Man's door shut if he left his room during nap time one more time. He did. I followed through.

6. I plant a garden with my kids every year.



7. I assembled a few school lunches while nursing a 1 week old.

8. Fun Fruit Fridays!

9. I make - okay so I only did it twice - pumpkin pancakes in the shape of pumpkins and hearts.

10. I've picked cherry tomatoes by flashlight at 10pm because someone asked at bedtime to have them as a school snack.

11. I've allowed myself to be fed a truckload of acorns.

12. I know the names of many dinosaurs, ships, airplanes and Thomas character...more then I even thought I would know.

13. I serve ice cream at the same time as dinner, not "after you've eaten dinner".

14. I take just as many, if not more, pictures of my 3rd child as I did with my first.

15. My kids get to lick the beaters when we bake.

                 

 

16. I back carried my Littlest Man, pushed the Wee Lass in a stroller and wrangled my Little Man for school pick-up. 

17. I take pictures to 'Remember the Moment' instead of saving their lives.

18. I can fully function on less then 4 hours of sleep (Many moms do this but it does not make it any less super - I clearly remember the years when I was a solids 8 hours or I was useless kinda girl)

19. I ask my little men what they did that was nice, generous or kind today. Despite the fact that the answer has always been "Nothing" or "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO NICE", I still consider this a win.

20. I'm here. In all my flaws and failings I am here for them every.single.day

21. They know they are loved!

Anything but....

I came to the computer today to write a quick blog. I was reading another blog (http://findingjoy.net/the-motherhood-days-we-should-talk-about) that struck a cord with me today.

I've had people call me super mom, an amazing parent and so calm, cool and collected. I see myself as anything but. I worry, that despite my best efforts of being genuine on social media (actually, who are we kidding I barely blog and only have Facebook) I come off as someone who I am not or who want to be perceived as. Someone who does not have Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Days...or at least moments.

My moment came to me today as I was locked in the bathroom, peeing "in peace" while the Little Man banged and screamed at the door to let him in. I seriously contemplated crawling out the bathroom window to escape.

You

see I was 

crying because 

as I was cleaning up 

the bathroom someone 

was getting up on the kitchen 

counter, that someone feed the dog 

our dinner (okay not all of it but some).

The Wee Lass was crying because she 

was tired or hungry or no one was paying 

attention to her or all of the above. 

My partner-in-this-mess was over

 an hour past the time he normally gets

home...............despite it being his day off.

The Little Man had been whining about getting 

in the car, getting in his seat, getting out of his seat, 

getting out of the car, getting his boots

off, putting his boots away - he stopped

when we got a new game to play but then - he didn't get blue, he didn't win, he had to go second, he did win but not by enough.

I...WAS...DONE

Then I came to write this. There was a old post in draft form sitting right here. It was called SuperMom. I read it. I smile. I finished it. To be a SuperMom one must accept that there will always be Terrible, Horrible, No Good Very Bad Days. 

The important thing, to me at least, is to share that we all have these day, these days that no one talks about......and talk about them!