Not Yet Supermom

As it seems, the pressure is indeed on us moms to be more than moms, we must be supermoms. I don’t have any moms in my life that would call themselves a supermom, but I know supermoms. Funny how that works, huh?

When I was little, I wanted to be a mom, but not like my mother. I was going to be way cooler, more worldly and obviously, better dressed. I was going to have my babies in Africa, while doing research on African Lions, like Dr. Anne Pusey. Now, when I look at my mother, she is the original supermom to me, and a lot of the motivation I have to be a better parent comes from her example. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t still strive to “have it all” – the career, the nice home life, the happy family.

There is only so much one person can do. When you begin to feel as though everyone’s happiness is dependent on you, you can crack. But supermoms don’t crack.

I think of Jessica Parker in I Don’t Know How She Does It – on the outside, people see you as that complete package. What they can’t know is the internal strife caused by putting so much pressure on yourself.

I plan to share my ups and down on this blog. I hope I’ll learn more about myself, maybe see patterns that I can’t currently. Maybe you can share your wins and losses too. We’ll grow, together!

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