You are SuperMom
Lately, because I’ve been seen out and about with a newborn and the other two boys I have been called a rockstar. I’ve been called SuperMom. As flattering as that is; it’s not me. You, my friend, are the SuperMom!
You: mom of twins have the super power of self-multiplication! Double nursing or bottle feeding, double vaccinations and double the double ear infections. There’s only one of you & two of them but you got this! You are SuperMom.
You: single momma (also applies to military moms) are equipped with metamorphosis. You discipline and nurture. You’re coach and cheerleader. You pick up, drop off and repeat all while your makeup is on fleek! Your role switches faster than you can switch lanes in the carpool line. Have no fear- You are SuperMom!
You: working full time mom have the power to travel at the speed of light. You seem to have a few more hours in your day when you hussle hard at your 9 to 5 and fit in extracurricular activities on the off time. You can go from the workplace to the soccer field in the blink of an eye all while playing license plate bingo with the kiddos in the meantime. Every moment is for them. Fret not my dear; You are SuperMom!
You: mother of the sick have Superhuman strength. You fight, not with people but with illness. You advocate for health, well-being, and care. You give your all and then a little more. You muster up courage, perseverance, strength and energy to go into battle. You can do it because you are SuperMom.
You: pregnant momma have the power to shapeshift. Mostly, the shape your shifting into is a ball but it’s still a shape and for what better reason than to produce life. You swell in creation. Your face rounds out with a glow. You are inhabited by other lifeform. Keep it up, you are a SuperMom.
You: mother of a newborn have the power of persuasion. Granted, your persuasive nature has a nipple, it’s still basic mind control. You can take screaming and turn it to smiles. You make the awake feel drowsy and drift into sleep. You might be tired but you are SuperMom.
You: Grandmother have magnetism. You use your knowledge of all things motherhood to pull in your kids. Without so much as a walk through the door all grandkids gravitate to your leg or into your arms for a warm embrace. You are far from forgotten you are still a SuperMom.
A SuperMom is not defined by the amount of children you have but rather the way you love those children.
You are a SuperMom if you have the ability to embrace your child at the end of the day after they did everything short of torturing you to give up state secrets.
You are a SuperMom if you pack lunches, wash laundry, and pay the bills.
You are a SuperMom if you hold down the fort while your husband is working and he doesn’t trip over a dollhouse or dump truck when he walks in the door.
You are a SuperMom if you have chosen to love, discipline and disciple a child that does not share your DNA.
You are a SuperMom if you carried a child to term and made a better decision for their life in choosing adoption.
You are a SuperMom if you grieved the loss of a baby before they took their first breath or if you grieved the loss of a child that knew the world for many years.
You are a SuperMom if you’ve taken all the kids to the grocery store and left your cart fully stocked in the middle of an aisle to discipline a tantrum.
You are a SuperMom if you’ve ever had to ground, spank or send your child to timeout.
You are a SuperMom if because of your children you understand unconditional love.
Let’s face it; You are SuperMom!
"Love is patient and kind. Love is not jealous or boastful or proud or rude. It does not demand its own way. It is not irritable and it keeps no record of doing wrong. It does not rejoice about injustice but rejoices whenever the truth wins out. Love never gives up, never loses faith, is always hopeful and endures in every circumstance." 1 Cor 13:4-7.
