The Humbled Super Mom

It is a little surreal when you are placed in a group of 46 mothers of preschoolers and you are given a special gift for having your kids the closest in age. That was me today. Normally I would never feel shy or resist telling people my children are only 13 months apart out of personal claims of being, of course, SUPER MOM. But today was different. I was surrounded by women who were obviously far more collected and mindful in the mommyhood department. I slouched in my chair as if to escape being recognized and awarded for having near Irish Twins. Beside me, a mentor mother to one middle-schooler and 2 high-schoolers, and on the other side of the table a pastor's wife and mother of three girls all of whom must have taken behavioral pointers from their mother because they are as close to angelic as any child can be (or so I've heard).

And then I retrieve my children from their classes only to find my daughter, Maya, leading a parade of children around the room - all wearing capes and pretending to fly like super-heroes. That's my girl...always full of life and keeping mommy on her toes.

My boy, who I like to call Declan, just doesn't seem to hear his name when being summoned. He has no understandings of disobedience yet but he always chooses to go his own way, even if that means I will not be right there beside him. Thankfully a friend stepped-in today to watch him while I carried an armful of stuff to the car....including Maya.

And again I am reminded of my bible study friends. The ones who have children suffering epilepsy and autism. The ones who have mentally unstable family members for whom we continue to pray. I am humbled. Just when I feel like a Super Star mom I am reminded that there are others out there who embrace the tough moments far more often than I do. I am humbled because I have been blessed with healthy children whose active nature is not a medical impairment but a gift from God.

So now, when I am chasing my kids around the house with my Hoover in hand trying to clean-up the spills, I promise to stop and take a breath and be thankful for my children...the angels of my life.