I’m Not Superwoman But My Cape Is Kind Of Fly

 

Yesterday I had one of those days.

Where you get a “well done!” email from a client. When you manage to make dinner while breaking up a fight between your kids without breaking a sweat. Where you make it to 9 p.m. with just enough energy to spend some time on you and paint your toes or try a new hairstyle. When you feel like, “Yup, I got this. Completely.”

It was glorious. Because too often, I feel like I have those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days where I’m struggling to make it to bedtime without screaming.

But when I have those days, those glorious days where everything goes right and there’s no yelling in my household, I’m feeling like the mother I always knew I could be.

So many people say to me, “Girl, I don’t know how you do it.” I say the same thing to so many of the women in my crew. We are pretty badass. We run businesses. We raise kids. We keep the men in our lives satisfied and full of love. We’re there for our friends whenever they need us. We’re good and faithful daughters, aunties, cousins and sisters. We are doing the damn thing.

That doesn’t mean we’re superwomen. We have no magical powers other than the ability to remain calm when chaos strikes, the desire to create a legacy for our children and our faith in the fact that we can always start over.

We are regular women who can do super things. But we must also remind ourselves that we are human and fallible. Life happens and stress can get the best of us. We have to remember to breathe and carve out space in our busy lives to connect with the woman before all the titles of Mommy.Wife.Employee.Sister. 

Love yourself. Cut yourself some slack. Begin to treat yourself with the kindness you’d give your best friend. If you don’t, who will?

 

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