You are supermom.
Yes, you. Oh yes, you are.
Even if you were late to drop-off this morning. Even if you forgot to make that doctor's appointment. Even if your laundry is lying in a heap on your bed (and even if it's not even clean).
You are a supermom.
Even if you've yelled today. Even if you dove into your phone while your little one swung lazily in the swing in front of you. Even if you turned on the TV and let them watch so you could calm the thoughts rattling in your head for just a few minutes.
You are a supermom.
Even if bath time and bedtime and tuck-ins are your least favorite parts of the day. Even if you don't like the park. Even if your kids don't listen to kiddie songs because you can't stand the music.
You are a supermom.
You are a supermom because you love your kids. Because they are yours and whether you believe in God or fate or destiny or none of the above, you can believe that they chose you. Because you are the only one who can love them like they need to be loved.
And you are a supermom.
You are a supermom because your laundry is lying on a heap on your bed. Because the fact that it's there means that you chose something else. You chose to be someplace else rather than standing there, folding laundry. And I know that something else that you chose was your kid.
You are a supermom because you got up this morning. After getting up last night. And you changed the diapers, made the breakfasts, drove to camp or school and it doesn't matter what time you got them there because you sent them off with a kiss and a smile.
You are a supermom because you don't like bath time and bedtime and tuck-ins, but you do them and you do them in search of a thing to love. Not because you are supposed to but because you love your babies and your time with them.
When you give of yourself for these little people who love you so unconditionally and revolve their world around you, you are a supermom.
When you stare into the night, wrapping your heart around the little person in the room next door and worrying about the path that stretches out ahead for her, wishing that you could arrange the world just so, just so that her walk is easy and happy and blissful, you are a supermom.
And when you stare into the night, wrapping your heart around your fears and falls and struggles and pain, wondering if you have what it takes to keep walking this journey, you are a supermom.
Because you will keep walking this journey. You will. Not because you have no other choice, but because you would have it no other way. And you will make his walk easy and happy and blissful, not because you can change the hearts and minds of the world but because you can nourish and nurture his. And you will.
You are a supermom not because of anything you do or don't do, say or don't say, love or don't even like. You are a supermom because you love them.
And love is the greatest of all super powers.