Super-Mom

I believe there is a super-mom inside every one of us. This is the part of us that can see what is going to happen next and alter the situation accordingly. This is the woman that plans ahead; the woman that carries two band aids and neosporin in her purse at all times. Her calm and nurturing aura stand fast throughout the day in spite of screaming toddlers and crying babies. She is responsible for getting us through those days when no one seems to appreciate us. She removes the stress of being "mom" and shows us the pure bliss it can be.

Every mom is this woman sometimes. Some of you are her more often than not. And some of us are just grateful for the few moments we have.

Somewhere in late November, I lost my super-mom. She has been on vacation ever since. I think perhaps I worked her too hard. At first, I didn't even notice she was missing. But as the holiday stress came and went, as my household suffered through multiple colds and teething, and as my house got more and more out of control, I had to admit something was wrong. My "saw it coming" had vanished. I lost my "organizizized". I was seriously stressing out and rarely smiling. This isn't the woman I want to raise my kids. Where had she gone?

For several days after Christmas I pondered what I could do to get things back in order. No matter what I tried, nothing seemed to work. I wasn't unhappy, just overwhelmed. The solution seemed out of my reach. And it was. I needed a longer arm.

So I prayed. I just prayed. I woke up yesterday morning and just prayed. Not "God is great, thank you for the food". Not "God bless so and so..." In a quiet place (with my kids screaming at me from the other room, obviously) I sat myself down and said, "I need help. Please. Help me."

At that moment I reclaimed my super-mom. I'll never be perfect. I'll never avoid my kids needing LOTS of therapy. But I can keep my house in order. I can smile at my screaming kids. I can carry a well stocked diaper bag. I can see it coming.

Daddy needs to start cooking dinner though. That's just not my thing.