How it started

i come from a long line of supermoms. and the expectations i have placed on myself as a result of that super lineage, have led me to this blog. It is undeniable that motherhood is an incredible gift, but the daily realities of what happens in the home and in our hearts maybe isn't always pretty and we don't always feel super but often are much more super than we think. As a new mom of three amazing children 2 and under and stepmom to a sweet 9 year old, i struggle with the fact that i am human but feel like as a mom i am not allowed to be. Expectations are high on women in general, but moms have a whole other standard. We must be able to go without sleep for days or years, and keep a clean house, make home cooked meals, educate our children so they are at a first grade level by the age of 3, attend all school functions, volunteer at school or church or somewhere, have a job, and look like a celebrity while doing it all. My mom did it and my husbands mom did it, so why can't i do it all. I for one find it a huge accomplishment if i am able to brush my teeth before dinner. And well breastfeeding - i know that's a touchy subject. Why do i feel the need to explain to people why i am not breastfeeding? it's none of their business, but with all the supermom's around me, i feel, well, human in a world of superhumans.  My mother is an incredible woman. She did keep a spotless house, raise my brother and i who are 17 months apart, and cook breakfast, lunch and dinner, and when we started school she added a job to her list of many accomplishments. She also found a way to do all of this when we had 1 car and she drove my dad to work and then my brother and i to different schools and then went to work herself clear across town. All of this she did with such grace and joy, i don't know how she did it. And here i am with my guest room looking like a laundry bomb exploded and i can't even get dressed before 2pm if that. Some days are better than others and some days i do have moments of feeling super, but then someone poops in the bathtub and well humanity slaps me in the face. So for all of you mothers out there who are working hard and feel less than, know that we're in this together and we are all human and now and then pretty darn super.