I get this comment a lot. Especially when I open my mouth and talk about some of my new passions. Yes I’ve spent my last few Friday nights embroidering backpacks for kids in Ghana and yes my newest crusade is to stop sex trafficking in Houston. I have four kids, 7 and under, and I love to sew them coordinating shirts with their names embroidered on them. When we are out in public they are typically (NOT ALWAYS!) mild mannered and they are very good at holding hands from the car to our point of destination. So when people see me out in public, with a baby on my hip, holding one kids hand who is holding another who is holding another, all hair fixed and matching shirts, that’s when the comments come. “I don’t know how you do it!” “You are supermom.” That one use to be my favorite. I once secretly beamed when I was called supermom. However, I’m starting to face reality and admit who I am and who I am not. And supermom I am not!
I am a scattered wreck! At any given moment there are toys all over my living room floor, laundry in piles in my kitchen, cups spread all over the house, and you will find me planted on the couch with a smile on my face and no worries in the world searching on pinterest for my next craft to master. Lets face it, I am not a good housekeeper. I’ve tried, and tried, and tried every program I can find. I’ve thankfully come a looooong way since high school at least. I love to create spreadsheets about cleaning and make checklists and obsess about the idea of cleaning. But like my dear friend Susan once told me, “maybe you should stop planning to clean and actually clean!” Yea…that’s not fun. No thanks!
I’m a little on the lazy side. I don’t make things like brushing my kids’ teeth 3x’s a day a top priority. I shoot for twice a day but its more likely once a day (and every now and then its more like every other day…). But here’s where the lazy part comes. There are nights when I do the bedtime routine just almost perfectly. Hubby will be out of town. I will bathe all the kids, get them in clean pj’s, get them a snack while I read them a story, nurse the baby down, tuck my son in, and then my last step, I will go sing to my girlies, tuck them in, and then walk out over an hour later with a nice sigh of relief. My day is over. Oh crap…they didn’t brush their teeth. Do I pull them out of their snug beds and drag them in the bathroom??? You guessed it, no way! I shove that passing thought way back into the back of my mind and pretend I never remembered we forgot! I’m stellar like that.
I’m a great mom though to my kids. I’m doing the best I can with the information and energy that I have. And so is every other mom I know. Your all doing awesome. I think we can tend to put on this show sometimes like we have it all together but we fail to tell other moms our dirty little secrets. This sets up failure to new moms that think everyone else has it all together but them. When the truth is we are all struggling at times. Yes, my girls have beautiful braids that I spent so much time on this morning but the real story is their hair is braided because I haven’t washed it in 3 days and it’s a ratted greasy mess and that’s all I could do with it!! We all have our strengths and weaknesses as parents. Some of us are great housecleaners, some are crafty, some great cooks, some great disciplinarians, but we are all on the same journey and we need to encourage each other in that instead of putting on a façade that is not there.
So next time you see my kids all cute and matchy sitting nicely in their wagon like this
Just know there was chaos at my house this morning just like at yours. And they probably all have mismatched shoes on. Heck, who am I kidding. They are probably in the wagon because they don’t have shoes on at all!