So, most mornings I can be found supping on my coffee cup, grunting sweet nothings to my family, waiting for the java to do what it’s supposed to do and wake me the hell up.
I’m not sure why, but on one particular morning last week, I thought I’d spark up a half decent conversation with the hubby before he left for work.
Looking at my coffee cup, I pondered the question … just what is a super mum before mumbling it out loud.
My hubby answered … in all seriousness … that he thought a super mum is probably a single mum or widow raising five or more kids alone, who also fosters disabled kids and the elderly, volunteers every night in a soup kitchen, manages to work out regularly, cooks every meal from scratch, attends every school and sporting function their children have and has every item in the house ironed at all times while running a massive, billion-dollar, international conglomerate.
Then he thought for a minute … the look on my face obviously didn’t put the fear of God in him like it was meant to … and added that she can probably single-handedly change a tire with a baby at her bosom.
Honestly.
I took a deep breath, peered at him from over the top of my coffee cup and said “so, you don’t think I’m a super mum then?”
The look on his face said it all as he quickly realised the error of his ways. He tried to smooth things over with a hug and a kiss before dashing out the door with his tail between his legs. Yeah, dude run, I thought and don’t let the door hit you on the way out.
In the hubby’s defence, I think I kind of maybe set him up asking such a loaded question. But, come on, I ask you. Does that woman my husband described really exist?
Before long my sweet middle son came downstairs and yawning he gave me a hug and asked if I wanted some more coffee. He took my cup, looked at me and said, “Mum, you’re my super mum.”
Then it came to me that yes, super mum does exist.
In my family’s eyes.
And, in your family’s eyes.
And in her family’s eyes.
You’ve probably met her on more than one occasion because she’s everywhere. She’s standing in the queue behind you at the local supermarket and she’s likely jogged next to you on the treadmill at the local gym. She’s in the White House and she’s at the school gates waiting for her child to run out to her. She’s cooking dinner for her family and she’s sealing her next business deal. She’s putting the finishing touches on her next blog post and she’s maybe having a cup of coffee made for her by one of her sons.
Because, every mum is a super mum.
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I absolutely agree with you! I think every Mum is a supermum. They’re just the ones getting on with life – holding things together, providing, caring, loving, trying to find some semblance of balance in their lives.
So lovely that your son said that to you too!
Great post! while reading your post i remember my mom. We used to argue a lot when i was young but i know she cared for me. She is definitely a Supermum! and i want to tell her that.
Oh, Karen! Such a beautiful post!
Agreed! what a lovely post to read first thing in the morning!
You’ve made my day with that one!
Was feeling a little overwhelmed with work and housework, now I feel great, super mums rule!!!!!
Does that woman exist? Probably somewhere, yes. Does she feel like a much of failure as the rest of us do sometimes? Absolutely.
I always find it odd that as women we have this image of a super mum (or mom) who does it all and yet we all struggle with the same things because parenting isn’t easy.
Great words K. Very super mum.
I had this sort of conversation with my hubby the other night, basically telling him how marvellous I was lol. He told me yes I am, and never to comapre myself to other mums as they are as well.
ER NOOOO only me dear!!!
But yes i agree to an extent but I shall remove my mother from that status as she was awful!
Very well put. I lay down to sleep next to one each and every night.
Lovely post….It’s hard just being a mum, never mind a supermum! I’m a single mum, work full time, with one teen and one younger one….I’ve just spent the last hour unpicking tiny black stitches out of a black dress that is my daughter’s textiles GCSE project, so she gets a better grade… That’s love, and having two such great kids makes ME feel like a supermum! Mae xxx
Aww, this was sweet and your husband owes you dinner.
Every mum is indeed a supermum. And you are certainly no exception. I knew a few mums at my daughter’s first school who were “supermum’s” but not in my eyes! They used to annoy me so much that I couldn’t even talk to them. I kept telling myself that I wasn’t jealous of their incredible ability to juggle family with work, school PTA with social events, and friendships with committees and such. I wasn’t jealous because I could never have competed with their amazing abilities. But do you know, I came to realise that even though two of the mums in particular seemed to “have it all”, I was the one who was truly content.
CJ xx
Let’s face it – it’s often hard, it’s often boring, and we often wish we could shove them back where they came from. So everyone’s a SuperMom. For example, this evening I was reading about amphibians for my 6 year old’s science demonstration and just before bed time the Queenager begged for help with her in-class history essay – “How has the legacy of Reconstruction shaped our society today?”
Oh, and I helped middle child with guitar practice.
Who me? I wish.
Lovely! Thank you for giving me smiley tears.