I AM SUPERGIRL AND WONDER WOMAN
HEAR ME ROAR!!! Today I was invited to a BBQ and as Josh is off out and about with work I thought why not? It would give the kids play time, and me some people to connect to...or so I foolishly thought. Yes, the kids did get to play, but me? Hardly anyone talked to me and yet I was trying so hard to keep the kids behaving. Of course Sam is a hellion just like her mother, and Clay is teething like crazy. So basically Sam instigates trouble, Clay is screaming, and I'm trying to old it all together, make a salad, corral my daughter, and calm my son in front of this whole group of prissy little white picket fence perfect couples and their perfect little kids all while gaining glares from half the women and ignored by pretty much everyone else. Yeah, awesome night. Did I mention it's also our Anniversary?
Despite all that and the hour drive home I spent crying, I'm going to tell you why I'm F***ing Supergirl and Wonder Woman. I am a trucker's wife, a mother of 2 that spends half her week a single mom, and I still make time to be there for the people in my life. So what if my house isn't picture perfect. It's a home where people feel at home, not some Martha Stewart house where you're terrified to breathe. So what if my kids are crazy. They are my kids, and they feel comfortable enough to be kids, not some prissy idea of perfect to live up to a reputation. So what that my husband is a trucker. He's a d***ed good one, and he provides for our family so I can be at home with the kids. So what if my car looks like crap. It's taken on 5 deer, country roads, tractor parts, 4 kids and their friends, two families, a carpenter, a farmer, vintage/jewelry/everything in between shows, inventory for shops, to many passes to count, and still runs like a champ while keeping me and my kids safe on the road. How many prissy little cars can say that? So what if I'm different? I'd rather be the different that makes the broken people around me want to hang out and find out why I'm different, than be some perfect little Susie homemaker who can't have an ounce of compassion. So yeah, my life isn't perfect, my kids are kids, and I'm far from perfect, but here's the deal, despite all that, I hold it all together. That's why I'm Supergirl. But not only do I hold it all together, but I thrive doing it, and that's why I'm Wonder Woman. I am built by God to be super even when I'm down, and I am wonderfully made to thrive even when I've been kicked in the gut.
I'm not the only Supergirl/Wonder Woman out there. No matter how down you are, no matter how many moments of mental and emotional breakdowns you have, if you get back up and still fight even when the tears stream down your face, YOU ARE SUPERGIRL! If you have no strength and you still stand, you still swing, even as you have no breath left for anything more, YOU ARE WONDER WOMAN! HEAR OUR ROAR!!! We are strong, not because we can't break, but because we break and let God pick up the pieces to make us stronger. We are moms!
Despite all that and the hour drive home I spent crying, I'm going to tell you why I'm F***ing Supergirl and Wonder Woman. I am a trucker's wife, a mother of 2 that spends half her week a single mom, and I still make time to be there for the people in my life. So what if my house isn't picture perfect. It's a home where people feel at home, not some Martha Stewart house where you're terrified to breathe. So what if my kids are crazy. They are my kids, and they feel comfortable enough to be kids, not some prissy idea of perfect to live up to a reputation. So what that my husband is a trucker. He's a d***ed good one, and he provides for our family so I can be at home with the kids. So what if my car looks like crap. It's taken on 5 deer, country roads, tractor parts, 4 kids and their friends, two families, a carpenter, a farmer, vintage/jewelry/everything in between shows, inventory for shops, to many passes to count, and still runs like a champ while keeping me and my kids safe on the road. How many prissy little cars can say that? So what if I'm different? I'd rather be the different that makes the broken people around me want to hang out and find out why I'm different, than be some perfect little Susie homemaker who can't have an ounce of compassion. So yeah, my life isn't perfect, my kids are kids, and I'm far from perfect, but here's the deal, despite all that, I hold it all together. That's why I'm Supergirl. But not only do I hold it all together, but I thrive doing it, and that's why I'm Wonder Woman. I am built by God to be super even when I'm down, and I am wonderfully made to thrive even when I've been kicked in the gut.
I'm not the only Supergirl/Wonder Woman out there. No matter how down you are, no matter how many moments of mental and emotional breakdowns you have, if you get back up and still fight even when the tears stream down your face, YOU ARE SUPERGIRL! If you have no strength and you still stand, you still swing, even as you have no breath left for anything more, YOU ARE WONDER WOMAN! HEAR OUR ROAR!!! We are strong, not because we can't break, but because we break and let God pick up the pieces to make us stronger. We are moms!
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