When The Supermom Outfit Doesn’t Fit

Quite a few years ago, I took an office job, had all my children in traditional school with them signed up for extended day.  So many women were superwomen in my mind and worked and kept a great house.  Surely, I could too.  But I couldn’t.  I was exhausted and couldn’t keep up with my house.  Being in an office with four walls and a little window doing the same thing every day, I almost lost my mind.  It didn’t suit me or my personality.

When I became a mother, social media was on the rise. I was constantly confronted by not measuring up to others.  Just simply getting a family picture when one of your children struggles just looking at the camera immediately shouted, “WE ARE DIFFERENT!” Having a child that struggles with anxiety and another child with ASD and ADHD, our family was unique.  Traditional school wasn’t working, so, we homeschooled.  Because animals were a calming tool for my child, we ended up with 3 dogs and 1 cat.  Do the math. 6 people + 3 dogs + 1 cat = crazy house.  I’m pretty sure we had a couple of fish and even a snake at one time. When my two oldest children moved out, you would think we would be happy for the space in our little duplex, but we felt called to foster.  People told me I was crazy.  Maybe I am, but that is me.  You don’t have to be like me.  Isn’t that great?

What is it that makes us want to fit in and not be different? Yet, we were created just for that: to be unique.

David was just a shepherd’s boy.  When he chose to face the giant Goliath, Saul gave him his armor.  David was not a big guy and Saul’s armor swallowed him.  David knew he could not function in someone else’s battle gear.  Instead, he used what he knew to fit him:  5 stones and a sling.  I’m sure that didn’t make sense to anyone.  Who would face a giant without armor and a sword?  But David knew what his strengths were and how he could conquer the giant.  And he did.  He slew the giant with God’s strength being who he was designed to be.
I currently teach music 2 days a week.  My girls come with me.  We homeschool throughout the day.  My house might be messy when you come by or it might be picked up and neat as can be.  It depends on my priorities that week.  Once I quit trying to fit in what I thought was the ideal armor to face my day, and started following who God made me to be, my life flourished.  Our home is happy and peaceful and loud and noisy…and it is wonderful.  Because of that we can bring children into our home and love them for as long as they need to be.  I don’t get freaked out by hyper children or weird behaviors.  My birth child marched to a different drummer and I love the beat she plays.  I handle crazy well.

I have some great friends who are very structured and would lose their mind with the “schedule” I keep.  But you know what?  They love me, and I love them.  We aren’t trying to be each other.  We embrace our strengths.  When I became authentically who God created me to be, I was able to walk in the path designed for me.

I am a supermom.  My costume make just look slightly different than yours.  It’s also probably wrinkled because I ran out of time to iron it.

“Oh yes, you shaped me first inside, then out; you formed me in my mother’s womb. I thank you, High God—you’re breathtaking! Body and soul, I am marvelously made! I worship in adoration—what a creation! You know me inside and out, you know every bone in my body; You know exactly how I was made, bit by bit, how I was sculpted from nothing into something. Like an open book, you watched me grow from conception to birth; all the stages of my life were spread out before you, The days of my life all prepared before I’d even lived one day.” Psalms 139:13-16  (MSG)

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