The other day I got a most sweet (and, ego-feeding) text from a longtime friend.
“You really are supermom” it read. (Aha! I thought, Another one fooled!) My head wanted to fly off right then and there and do a million summersaults high into the air and then land on my feet with an Olympic landing, jazz hands sharply extended into a most perfect ‘V’ above my head and the biggest ta-da face you’ve ever seen. I’m sorry, but it made me so happy I could squeal. (I did.)
YOU KNOW THIS HAS HAPPENED TO YOU. (I wouldn’t write about it on this blog if I didn’t think it hasn’t happened to you….)
We ALL have our “Supermom” moments. Except for some reason we’ve become ashamed of seeing them for ourselves.
Supermom is not a dirty word… even though the internet has somehow made us wince when we see it in print.
Modern women are programmed to succeed: We want our relationships to grow, our friendships to flourish, our careers to be upward-moving… so why is it so taboo to give ourselves credit if we have a particular day that makes us feel like we’re succeeding at balancing all-things-motherhood?
No, we can’t do everything at the same time. But that’s not what being a supermom is about. Trust me, I have plenty of $hit-that-was-bad-moments (like when I lost it fighting over strawberries and then snapped and ditched everything)… but I also have super moments too. We all do. Yin and yang, baby… yin and yang.
Being a supermom means figuring out how to prioritize and offer our best when we don’t necessarily feel like we’re functioning at our most premium voltage. That’s all. It doesn’t mean anyone’s perfect. It just means that you exhibited ‘super’ behavior on any given day. And, it is attainable now and again.
Here are my top 3 tips for making our own supermom moments (superMOMents? hey I like it…):
1) MOVE FAST. Act like your housework is your cardio. (For me, it is.) Load that dishwasher like you’re being timed on it. Push that stroller 100mph in the mall so that you can get what you need, get out and get on with the rest of your day. Moving fast shaves seconds off of every minute… and you if you mind the minutes, the hours take care of themselves. (How else do you think I managed to give myself a manicure during nap time? It’s because the dishwasher was already unloaded.)
2) HANDLE IT. Repeat after me: Stupider people than me have figured this out. Say that to yourself as many times as it takes to get it through your head. Stupider people than me have figured this out. Meaning, you’re smart. And, you’re smarter than you give yourself credit for. Don’t let wild adorable little people who jump around and scream at the top of their lungs and accidentally poop on the rug in your living room (because they forget they were wearing big girl panties) fool you into thinking that you haven’t handled more intense life situations than the ones you’re dealing with now. Think of the biggest things you’ve accomplished before allowing yourself to feel overloaded when toddler shenanigans turn into a bleeding cut on your little one’s leg. You. Are. In. Charge. Handle it.
3) DON’T THINK. Ever bungeed? (I haven’t.) But I do every single day. Sometimes there’s no time to carefully research, thoroughly weigh each method of parenting or obsessively shop for the absolute perfect new sheets not made in China for the toddler’s new big girl bed. Pick and choose what is WORTH IT to spend time on. Don’t think about things too much… it wastes time (aha! back to that time thing again). Sometimes we just must do and move on with our lives. Most of the time I just ‘do.’ Not every single little thing matters on the grand scale of life. More and more, I’ve noticed people asking me “How do you have time for that?” Because I don’t waste time thinking about or researching things that don’t matter all that much.
Because the more time you have for the real good fabulous stuff, the more fun things get. And that’s super. Super fabulous.
Now spill your supermom secrets. I know you’ve got ’em. What keeps you movin’ at high-octane speed?
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