She has perfectly behaved, always clean and neatly dressed, non-fighting children who are the perfect size (not too skinny, but not too fat).
She makes delicious home-cooked breakfasts, lunches, and dinners every. single. day. And, she bakes cookies in the afternoons.
Her house is so clean it sparkles. Literally.
She works out every day, and has the perfect figure. She wears dresses with gorgeous, shiny locks, manicured nails, and high heels.
She sews, she crafts, and she earns money while being a stay-at-home, homeschooling mom. (And her kids are all geniuses.)
She never runs out of milk.
She's always smiling, and she never yells.
She never fights with her husband, and never complains. In fact, they have great sex every single day.
She reads her bible every morning, prays about everything, and her faith never wavers. She never questions or worries about things.
She has a beautiful yard with colorful flowers and tall, strong trees in the front yard, with a huge, luscious garden in the back right next to her chicken coup where she gathers fresh eggs every morning.
She goes all out for every holiday. (Even the made-up ones, like Dr. Seuss day. And, her kids are always wearing green on St. Patrick's Day decked out with their newly found leprechaun coins!) Every birthday party is a royal celebration, and she dreams up and produces Leslie Knope-worthy gifts for every occasion.
She has tried and beautifully mastered every single pin on her Pinterest boards.
She's totally perfect, but humble. And, she's totally relatable, she even has a tattoo. (Gasp!) It's the most beautiful, inspiring tattoo you've ever seen.
Have I gone far enough?!
I guess as she struggled to bring her sick daughter to soccer team pictures, running on zero sleep with a preemie at home, and her husband out of town, it is easy to see a mom with three boys, hair fixed, and seemingly together as Super Mom.
What she didn't see is that 30 minutes prior, I had to tell the older two boys about 30 times to put their pants on. I broke up multiple fights over Lego men. I had a super whiny, teething one year old. At one point, I may have even yelled. :/
Girl, the Super Mom we all imagine isn't real! She doesn't exist.
You exist. You are struggling, but not giving up! You are fighting through the struggle, and doing your best. That is what Super Mom is. You are Super Mom
If you've accomplished even a couple things on that list, way to go! Be proud of yourself. Keep making goals, keep trying. But don't ever, ever denigrate yourself because another Mom out there seems to have it all together. She doesn't; she's just another Mom trying to do her very best!
Keep your chin up, keep going! Do your best, and please don't ever compare yourself to Super Mom again! Because, guess what?
She isn't real.