Do you have what it takes to be a Super Mom?

I am Super Mom.  Here's why.  //

I had an interaction recently when a fellow mom and I were talking about certain parenting choices.  She is pretty impressed that we have three children, plus we cloth diaper.  “Wow, you’re like Super Mom,” she said.

No.  Of course I’m not.  I mean, who would claim that title? 

Then she learned that I happen to coach other women on joyful living and parenting.

“So you ARE Super Mom!”

Like a good modest Midwesterner, of course I poo-poo’d it again, partly because I don’t believe I have to claim the title of Super Mom in order to support others on the journey, and partly because I would never have the audacity to claim that title in general.

But I realized something later.

She’s right.  I rock.

It’s not because I {sometimes literally} juggle three kids, my marriage, my home, and my business.  It’s not because I made the choices to cloth diaper and nurse.  It’s certainly not because I let my sons play with sticks outside in nothing but their boxer briefs.  {They said the game was “dancing swords.”  Go figure.}

Do I have a few tricks up my sleeve?  Probably.  A certain style and approach that others might admire?  Sure.  But it’s not just me.

We are ALL Super Mom. 

Is there room for improvement, less frustration, more ease and consistency?  Always.

But if you:

  • love your kids…
  • make the best informed choices you can…
  • and are giving it your all every day…

then I give you permission to boldly wear that Super Mom cape {or crown, whichever looks best on you}.

I am Super Mom.  Here's why.  //

Our self talk as women can be almost debilitating sometimes.  We beat ourselves up, cut ourselves down, and give ourselves no slack.

How are you supposed to thrive as a woman and mother if your inner stereo is always tuned to the “I’m Not Good Enough” podcast?  {There’s a reason you won’t find that on NPR.}

We know kids grow better, learn better, and develop into better human beings in general when they’re in a positive, supportive environment and receive regular affirmations.  More positive reinforcement, less punishment.

So why would you think you’re any different?

Developing fully into the role of mother isn’t something you do overnight.  It takes time and endless choices along the way {i.e. growth opportunities}.  The best thing you can do for your development as a Super Mom is to create a positive, supportive, affirming environment for YOU, too.

Repeat after me:

I am a good mom.  I am a super mom.  I AM Super Mom. 

There.  Doesn’t that feel better?  {Extra credit if you can do it while your kids are fighting with each other, kicking while you’re trying to put their shoes on, or running away from you in a parking lot.}

It helps, and I speak from experience.  I am Super Mom, and so are you.


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