My son quickly corrects me when I call him by his name, reminding me he is NOT Pace, he is Spiderman. In fact, he corrects just about everyone who calls him Pace. He’s so lucky he’s cute.
He, then, follows up by calling me Super Mommy. Sure, in his eyes, I am a superhero. It’s adorable and it warms my cold heart every time.
BUT, I’m just a regular ‘ole mom. We all are. Yes, I said it. WE ALL ARE. This might be an unpopular opinion of mine, BUT I don’t believe there is such thing as a “Supermom.” It’s a very trendy term lately, but it’s a fictional character.
Think of supermoms as mythical creatures. They have supernatural powers and are possibly part human, part energizer bunny. We look at these moms and think to ourselves, “wow, they’re doing it all.”
Well, guess what? They’re not.
Something is being sacrificed.
Whether it be the stay at home parent, who feels they’re losing themselves among all the poop, pee, boogers, crying, whining, fighting, feeding, nursery rhymes, yada, yada, yada. You get the point.
OR, the working parent who feels guilty for being away from their child(ren).
OR, those who give EVERYTHING they have to others, having nothing left to take care of themselves.
OR, a parent in school, who either must sacrifice spending time with their kids OR sleep to get homework done.
In every circumstance, I promise SOMETHING is being sacrificed.
Now, this is not me harping on anyone’s situation whatsoever! You do you, Boo.
Honestly, sacrifice isn’t a bad thing. It often cultivates growth and appreciation, which is a crucial part of life, right?
My whole point is to those who feel defeated and maybe envious of those who appear to be “doing it all,” they are also defeated and envious. They’re just able to hide it a little better. That is all.
Superheroes are not factual, and either are Supermoms.
P.S. Moms are super, though.