I want to start by introducing myself. My name is Michelle and I am a stay at home mom is upstate, SC. I am also an RN who is waiting to go back to a career when my children are old enough to go to school. I have a wonderful husband, Zach, who is a Youth Pastor. I also have a sweet Boxer named Birdie. I have two daughters. My oldest, Carly, is a little over 3 years old and just a super sweet little girl. My youngest, Alyssa, is almost exactly 3 days old and a little sweety herself, so far.
So on to the explanation of the name of this blog. I think every woman who is blessed to have children envisions herself becoming SUPER MOM. I know that is a huge dream for me. Maybe it's just me. I want to be able to do it all...raise "perfect" children (do they exist), cook perfect meals (I'm a good cook but where's the time), keep a clean house (ok, I'm not exactly a clean freak, so this is truly hard), and be the perfect, beautiful wife that never snaps at her husband (okay, so I did say dream). Who am I kidding, I'm not Super Mom. I'm not even Average Mom most of the time. But I'm trying.
I need to back up and give a little more info on what is going on in my life right now. When I was 34 weeks pregnant, my husband parted ways with the church he was serving. At this time he is trying to find out where God wants us to go next. While we wait for this direction, we have moved in with my husband's parents. Fortunately, my father in law is also a Pastor and understands the ups and downs of ministry.
So yesterday, we brought Alyssa home from the hospital. Carly had come to the hospital twice to meet her sister but now it was time for reality...there's a new being that takes up a lot of Mommy's time. This on top of the recent move has Carly acting out quite a bit. She is trying to figure out all the boundaries and mommy and daddy are too. So when it was time for her to go to bed last night she didn't want mommy to put her to bed...she wanted MeMe. No problem...I know things are weird right now. Well then she didn't want to go to bed and she started screaming and crying. I tried, Daddy tried, MeMe tried. Finally, we just had to let her cry herself to sleep. I felt like...well poop. So then, Mommy is crying too.
I was crying because I felt like there was nothing I could do to help her. I don't know when to punish her and when to show her grace. I don't know how to explain that mommy still loves her just as much as ever. I don't know, I don't know, I don't know...
I was in the pits. I went to bed and read Psalm 34 and God just hugged me in my place. Then today...my beautiful Carly stood behind me with her blankie and draped it around neck and shouted, "Super Mommy". How did she know that I needed that? Thank you God.
So am I Super Mom...I think not but my daughter still thinks so!
