Supermom Isn't Real
So that led me to the thought that Supermom doesn't exist except in our minds. She is the composite mother, wife, and every other thing that we want to be. She is loving, respectful and respected, loves the culture she lives in and engages it fully. She is smart, witty, and wise. She puts everyone's needs above her own. She is an amazing homeschool mom, in fact the crafts and artwork her children do should be sent to a national contest! Classical literature and the latest world event are dinnertime conversations and her children are well mannered, disciplined, and cheerful. By the way, she makes all her food from scratch. She manages to keep all the balls she juggles going at the same time. She "balances" family and ministry well. She speaks her culture's language fluently and is learning a third one on the side. She is a magnet for new relationships and seems tso know how to make people feel special all the time. Their home is a revolving door and yet she still has enough time for all of her loved ones including her husband and children. She handles the needs of her colleagues graciously and knows just what each one needs for the moment. She doesn't sigh, complain, or worry. Oh, and yes her inbox is always neat and nearly empty because she is quick to respond to every email that comes her way. She has long quiet times, exercises, and has a hot breakfast on the table before the kids get up each day. She doesn't struggle with people pleasing, pride, or anger. She enters into conflict with confidence and joy knowing that all things work together for good. And yes, she keeps up on her blogs, too.
I'm laughing as I write this. Each trait I wrote down reminds me of a different girlfriend. I have put all of my dear sisters together and created the supermom. I am thankful I don't have to be it all. When my sister tells me of her long reflection times and deep thoughts I rejoice because she can share them with me too. When my sister shows me the art projects her kids have made, I rejoice because at least someone is doing them! When my sister tells me of her new victory or new joy, I rejoice. Because I don't need to compare myself to anyone! The Lord has made me and He knows me as I am. While there is much need for deeper growth in my life, I musn't worry about all that I'm not. When I am clothed with humility, as Paul says, I have an accurate picture of who I am. I don't need to compare myself with others but I can rejoice instead. So, while Supermom isn't real, I know a lot of amazing sisters who I look to as mentors, friends, and fellow pilgrims.
"Lord, show me the way in which I should walk....."