I’m that mom. You know—the stay-at-home mom who creates handmade decor for around the home, keeps a clean house, bakes homemade goodies weekly, makes play dough from scratch, exercises regularly, runs a website, and throws themed birthday parties for my son who has a bedroom with trucks and cars decorating the walls hand-painted by me.
Before you decide to not read on, there’s something else you should know about me.
I’ve struggled with perfectionism most of my life. I’m a “striver” but with God’s help, I’m learning to be a better receiver of grace.
My degree is in Early Childhood Education, but motherhood has been my humblest classroom. Honest heart: there are moments I feel like failing mom. I have a stack of parenting books that I struggle to finish, some of which I started when my son fit right on my chest. I read blog posts and articles and sometimes sit through discussions about the “best ways” to train up children…but sometimes that spins a web of comparison or inadequacy around my mind because there’s not one right way, and each child is different, and we all bring a unique set of life experiences into our parenting journeys.
I might be homemade crafty mama, but I’m not perfect.
And I’m not Supermom.
And to the mama reading this who might think I have it all together—I don’t.
I resort to frozen pizza for dinner when the day turns crazy. I don’t always pack my son’s plate full of “healthy” foods. I certainly don’t do organic everything or use essential oils for every cure. And sometimes I let my son have three snacks at the grocery store right before lunch inside those dirty grocery carts so that I can shop as calmly as possible.
I’m not Supermom, but I am super dependent on God.
I find myself on my knees more than ever before and only the Lord can supply me with the strength and patience needed to make it through the day, especially when I feel grumpy or weary. Sometimes He surprises me with beautiful brushstrokes painting the sky just out my kitchen window to remind me that He is near—that I don’t have to do this motherhood thing alone.
I’m not Supermom, but I am super in love with and proud of my little boy who still calls me Mama.
His amazing mind leaves me awestruck. Challenging days and all, it’s a joy to watch him flourish into his own unique person. And while I selfishly want him to stay little, I’m eager to discover how God will use him in this world to be a light for the Kingdom.
Yes, I feel a bit worn some days, but it’s a pure gift to be a mother—to be his mother.
I’m not Supermom, but I am super in love with and proud of my man of courage who is a present dad in the life of our son.
He’s the one who has seen me at my very worst and would probably still tell you that I’m Supermom. Dear Husband, I’m really not Supermom, but thank you for the way you love me even through the challenges.
I’m not Supermom, but I am super grateful for amazing grace that covers all of my imperfections.
I’m super grateful for my Savior who pursues me with relentless love and paved the way for me to spend eternity with a perfect God who sees me as blameless, worthy, redeemed, and radiantly beautiful…
Not because of anything I’ve done, but because of who He is and what He’s done.
And that’s really just it.
We don’t make ourselves super.
We belong to the One True God—who out of His great love—chose to make us in His perfect image. But we’ve been stained with the ugliness of sin—and we don’t clean ourselves up on our own.
He washes us and He transforms because HE is the One who makes all things new.
And it’s kind of like a big exhale of relief.
No matter how much we might think we’re succeeding or failing as mothers, The King crowns us His Daughters, extending His hand of grace as we journey this road called motherhood.
There’s something freeing about surrendering pride and striving and trying to keep it all together, because when we do, we make space for Him to do His refining work in us. We make space for Him to shine.
So dear Mama reading this…
I just want you to know that I’m not Supermom. And I’m not here to compete or compare. I embrace beautiful-messy motherhood with coffee in hand and a whole lot of Jesus. We might be different, but chances are if we sat down face to face and got really real—
We’d find out that we have more in common than we think.
I’m not Supermom. I’m not perfect.
I’m simply learning to walk in the rhythms of grace with my King, and I’m super blessed to be a mom.