I have this friend, who I always thought was the definition of it. She always had a wonderfully clean house, her kids were always well dressed and happy, and she always looked great. Hair done, make up on, clothes clean. I aspired to be just like her when I grew into being a mommy, but had no idea how she did it.
Over the months we became better and better friends, and one day I called her fairly upset. I just couldn't do it. I couldn't hold down a job due to health problems, and child care issues, and just plain life. I couldn't keep up with my child and keep a clean house and do the laundry and cook the meals, never mind manage to get a shower every day too. I was almost in tears when I called, and do you know what she said?
I can't do it either.
That simple sentence literally changed my outlook on what type of mother I was. She couldn't do it either. That meant it was okay that I couldn't. I suddenly wasn't the only mother who fell behind or felt overwhelmed, there were lots! She made it look amazing, but she had piles of laundry and one day, her house wasn't spotless when I arrived.
Now I am not sure that I am a SuperMom, or even if they exist. But I am a Super?Mom. My child is happy. She enjoys our time together. My house is clean enough (acceptable for company most days) my sink is hardly ever overflowing (barely ever empty) I shower at least every 2 days (if I don't leave the house, no one knows) supper is provided (sometimes late, sometimes take out, sometimes someone else makes it) and even though there is always a pile of laundry, there are always clothes to wear. We are happy.
I am happy with my life, my child is happy, and I finally have time for friends again. I may not be perfect, but who really is?