Maybe there’s something wrong with the way I’m wired. Maybe I can blame it on my mom because after all she raised me. Or maybe I can blame it on society.. yes that’s a good idea I can blame it on society because my mom still scares me to this day and I don’t want to make her mad.
Nah, I think it’s just me. I just blogged yesterday about how proud I am about being called The Worst Mom Ever and now today I’m going to tell you about why I don’t like being called Supermom.
I can only assume that the term, Supermom is in reference to Superman, the man of steel, the beloved superhero of super heroes. He could leap over tall buildings, he was faster than a speeding bullet and could take a bullet without flinching. I am nothing like that. Forget leaping over tall buildings I can barely jump with two feet on to my stepper at the gym. Faster than a speeding bullet? uh? no. If you ask MrLibertyDee he will tell you I am the opposite of fast. (don’t mistake being in a hurry for the same as being fast because they are two very different things. Perhaps if I was faster I wouldn’t have to be in such a hurry) That whole thing about taking a bullet? Let me take that metaphorically because after all, all of uswould at least flinch if we were hit by one of those. So let’s assume that in real life the bullet is a metaphor for those things in life that hit us hard. I flinch. I more than flinch. I fall. I cry. I’m heartbroken. And I’m not even talking about really tough things like loss. I’m talking Toy Story 3 when Andy gives up Woody. I can’t even read I Love You Forever without breaking down.
I am nothing like Superman and I am not a Supermom. I am far from perfect. I strongly rely on MrLibertyDee to be an active father. I rely on my family and friends for support and just because I can and will do anything for my kids and have a knack for “sucking it up” does not make me Supermom.
I hate housework, laundry and cooking. I hate the fact that I work and worse yet that I have a great job ( It takes me away from my family and I feel guilty that I like being there) I’ll take the kids to the park even if I don’t want to. I’ll take a day off of work to see their play that really isn’t even very good. I’ll take all three to their doctors appointments at the same time. I’ll drive for hours in traffic just to keep a promise. I’ll watch wrestling. I’ll listen to Gangam Style over and over again. I have even been known to build a medieval castle out of sugar cubes. I’ll do all their laundry ( eventually) and cook all their meals. I’ll get a second job if I have to to give them everything I can but don’t call me Supermom.
That title is just too much pressure and makes me feel like a fraud. What if one day I really just don’t want to suck it up? What does that make me then? And what message is my daughter getting? That as a mom you need to be perfect or at least have people believe you are? That is not the message I want to raise her with at all. So no matter what I have done or what I will do in the future for the sake of my family and most importantly my children. Don’t. Call. Me. Supermom.
The Worst Mom Ever is a title I wear proudly. I earned it. I had to dig deep into my values and sense of purpose to even be considered for the title. After years of hard work I have finally been bestowed the honour of being called The Worst Mom Ever.
I didn’t get a certificate or a medal or anything like that, which is too bad because if I had, I would hang it on the wall for all to see. The privilege of calling me The Worst Mom Ever is currently held by my two boys. They don’t call me by my “title” everyday, but when they do, I am validated as a mother because it serves as confirmation that I am doing the right thing as a parent.
Now, you should know that although I love the spotlight, I enjoy it even more when I can share it with others. Below, I will share with you some of the things that have helped earn me this coveted title so that you too can become The Worst Mom/Dad Ever.
Tell your 9 year old that it doesn’t matter if little Johnny’s parents let him play Call of Duty. He still can’t play.
Tell your kids they can’t stay up to watch Ultimate Fighting
Have your kids finish doing their homework before turning on the TV although there is a Phineas and Ferb marathon on.
Make the kids play outside on a beautiful sunny day even though there are only 2 days left until that Xbox game they took out from the library is due back.
Have them clean their room in hopes they find what’s causing that foul and mysterious smell.
This is just a small sample, but these definitely have played a huge part in obtaining my title. Feel free to try them too.
I am embracing it so wholeheartedly that I have even created a T-Shirt.
When I was pregnant with my first son I had images in my mind of rocking him lovingly in my arms in the middle of the night. I was going to be the best mom ever. Nothing would phase me. I’d take him to the amusement parks and to play ball and he would be oh so happy. I would also be the career woman, looking sharp and chic in my work clothes while dropping my little angel off at daycare. Everything would be just perfect. Of course as any of you reading this who are parents know, it doesn’t quite turn out that way. I have compiled the list below based on my personal experience and I do truly think it would have made all the difference in the world if someone had warned me!
5. You’ll never be clean for more than 5 minutes ever again. Ever. Whether it’s boogers, or drool or Nutella fingerprints on your dress pants you will never arrive to work clean again. 4. Your kids will always be bored. It doesn’t matter if you just spent the day at Disney World, the second they’re in the door they are bored and will tell you about it over and over and over and over… 3. Sleep deprivation will make you forget the time right after you have looked at the clock, it will make you feel like you are floating above yourself and it will make you cry. 2. You and your husband will rarely sleep alone. No matter how tough you think you are and let them cry it out in their own bed, sometimes your just too tired to bother. That’s OK. 1. Poop and puke and all kinds of nasty things will get under your fingernails and even in your hair. That’s OK, just wash your hands and hair, and carry on.