People keep telling me I’m Wonder Woman or Super Mom or that I need a cape (implying some sort of Super Hero status). I’m not. Yes I have a whole gaggle of stair-stepped little kids (ages: 8, 6, 4, 2 and new) but I’m no Super Hero. I get mad. I scream. I cry. I feel worthless and unworthy of the life I have.
I usually roll my eyes when people pay this compliment to me. Super Hero status is just something I can’t accept. I think ‘If only they knew the darkness then they wouldn’t say such things.’
I can accept that I’m a mom but that’s about it. I can’t even believe that I’m a mom of 5 some days! If you told me 10 years ago (heck 5 years ago even) that I would have 5 kids, I would’ve rolled my eyes and laughed (lots of eye rolling going on). Me?! No. 2, maaaybe 3. 4? hahaa. 5?! heck no!
Yet here I am, 5 kids and no cape. They say, “I don’t know how you do it.” I think, ‘I don’t know how I do it either.’ I usually don’t reply to these things. I just do it. It’s my life. It works for me somehow. Even though I don’t feel worthy of this life, I do love it. Even though I can’t believe I have 5 kiddos I do adore them (and luckily they adore each other, even if they fight at times).
I struggle. I need help and I rarely ask for it because it hurts my silly pride at times. Yet I manage, and have been learning to ask for help when I really need it because I’m not a Super Hero and I can’t do this alone. Luckily I have a good side kick of a husband, and that makes a world of difference. I’m a Batman fan personally but we aren’t Batman and Robin or any other famous Super Hero pair…we are just Liz and Troy with 2 girls and 3 boys.