Supermom’s Cape is a Choking Hazard!

Really, it is.  She gets up in the morning refreshed from a good night’s sleep (rising way before her kids).  Ready to fly into the day, she carefully takes her cape off the hanger, shaking out potential wrinkles.  The cape is completely stain free because, well…she mastered nursing the baby, peeling and chopping fresh apples for her preschooler with a sharp knife and texting her best friend a long time ago.  Having the dirty clothes perfectly laundered doesn’t cause her stress anymore.  She fastens that perfectly color-coordinated cape to her slender, yet sturdy shoulders underneath her long, thick hair and…

Do you hate her yet? Come on, tell the truth.  Do you feel a little envy over her long thick hair or maybe the fact that she has kids at all? Do you feel a little self-concious reading about her post-pregnancy slender shoulders? Or was it her ability to multi-task the needs of her family perfectly, while still having a best friend to text!?

I agree, she brings out the worst in me.  I wish I could do it all that well (and so much more) but I am a different kind of gal.

She gets up in the morning after hitting snooze on her alarm for the fourth time.  She is NOT a morning person.  The house is quiet but as she tiptoes to the bathroom, her hopes of quiet time are dashed as she hears footsteps.  The kids are awake and looking for her.  Running into the bathroom, she quickly closes the door.  Quiet time.  For two minutes.  She moves to throw on some clothes that may or may not have stains (she forgets to stain treat her own clothes prior to washing) and then slicks down the bedhead that tossing and turning last night has created.  It was so hard to get comfortable but telling that little boy to go back to his own bed was not an option.  Snuggling was way better.  At some point he took himself back to bed.  She begins helping everyone find breakfast, tries to break up any fighting as it occurs, and tries to remember what time they all need to be out of the house.  Are those her car keys in the refrigerator?

It all depends on who’s watching her.  The second story described how I saw myself with little kids morning after morning.  The first story described how my sister saw me as she prayed for children.  She didn’t hate me, but deep down I knew she wished she was me sometimes.  In the middle of the hard stuff, I didn’t feel like I had it all together but she thought I did from her view of my life.  Now, she has kids and is in the midst of the hard stuff  Other women might look at her and feel jealousy at how she holds it all together. Worse, they might judge her for other reasons all-together.

Our own emotions make us so prone to hurting other women to protect our inner sense of self-worth.  Why?

Sin, of course.  While children are born selfish and unconcerned with others, we were once them.  On the outside, we learned to be kind and share.  That was socially acceptable, the right thing to do.   But inside? Both of these women need to know that God made them and loves them for who they are.  They need to fight off Satan’s lies that they are “not enough” as the women they are.

I am learning.  And I finally understand that none of us are as perfect as we look on the outside.

I wish I could say I knew that years ago.  I wish I could say I didn’t judge and wish I had someone else life sometimes.  We are all working on something, right?

Want more on this, need more on this freedom to live without judging yourself? Read this book.  I have her book and I have listened to her speak.

Read this woman’s real heart and soul as she woke up to the choking hazard of her superwomen cape.