Stronger than an enraged toddler clinging defensively to her toy! Able to maneuver 10 drop-off lines at school with ease! Bolder than any mountain of stained laundry! Changing diapers at the speed of light! And able to cook nutritious meals while performing an aerobic workout! Its.....SUPER MOM!
Whatever.
Someone accused me of being one of those the other day. I'd say that she was suffering from some serious perception problems. I know a few women that I would label "super moms." But you are gonna have to outrun me to stick that label on my back. And I can run pretty fast when I want to, y'all.
Not that there is anything wrong with being a super mom. I just don't happen to be one. What I am instead is a simplifier. I don't let things get too complicated. I don't carry other people's "junk" around with me all the time. I don't over schedule my life (or my children's lives) and I am slow to take on new commitments. Call me selfish if you will. I call myself sane.
Really, ladies, we should stop comparing ourselves to each other. But until that day arrives, rest assured that no superheroes reside at my house.