I love the blog Mommy Run Fast.
Laura is talented, smart and consistently posts thought provoking content.
A few weeks ago I read her musings on the pressure we women put on ourselves/each other to be SUPERWOMEN.
I wholly agreed with her assertion we simply CAN NOT BE all things to all people.
Shouldn’t we focus on the stuff that matters? Reading stories to your kids. Hugs. Relationships. Encouraging words. Listening to a friend.
In a roundabout way her post brought me back to a recent comment (snark? tomato tomahhhhto) regarding the fact I’m “living the dream.”
I am indeed living the dream—because Ive chosen to rewrite how my dream looks (up at 345a, meditate, workwork, cardio, walk child to school, walksuperquickly home, work work work, pick up child, play with child, homework with child, play with child, bed for child, work).
It’s the same for me with regards to the “pressure” on women to be SUPERwomen.
Not surprisingly I frequently
shout remark (to Ren Man’s chagrin) I AM A SUPERWOMAN!
I believe it’s time we take BACK the word, stop turning on each other in times of life-frazzle (turn to! turn to!) and redefine the notion of SUPERWOMAN.
For me being a SUPERWOMAN is focusing on the “stuff that matters” & living our priorities.
Because Im a misfit, I recently decided to spend a day gallivanting around my new ‘hood *literally* sporting my typically *figurative* cape.
You get the idea.
Sure this post is lighthearted and silly—but for me the underlying message is not.
- Im kind to me (perhaps too kind at times?).
- Whenever possible I approach life with humor (I know this helps with the kindness, too).
- I acknowledge when Im doing all I currently can—and by virtue of that I AM DOING ENOUGH (and a Superwoman).
- I never judge myself by how I look or what others are able to do (I know many amazing women who CAN and DO do more than I without breaking a sweat. Im happy for them. It does not lessen who I am).
I recall saying to my husband when we were newly in Oakland, still in boxes, and life was topsy-turvy:
DAMN, I seriously am SUPERWOMAN.
The Tornado & I’d already made some new friends, we’d driven to & fro the store without getting lost, Id seen in person, grabbed & HUGGED a blogger Id adored for years, our beds were unpacked, made & ready to be slept in.
Given the OVERALL state of our affairs he was a surprised by the
PRIDEFULLNESS strength of my assertion yet, given the definition above, I was a Superwoman.
I am a Superwoman.
- Join me in taking back & redefining the notion of being a SUPERWOMAN?
- Accompany me on my quest to move the term AWAY from being a badge of multitasking honor to one of simply living the dream we’ve defined?
- Wanna borrow my cape for the day as you transition to your constant figurative one?