“Wow, you’re a Superwoman!” “How do you do it? You’re a Superwoman!” “Do you have an ‘S’ on chest? You must be Superwoman!”
The above statements are only some of the comments that I have received from others when they learn that I am a Wife; a Mother of 8; a Freelance Writer, Columnist, Blogger and aspiring Author; and a Floral Designer.
Each time I have received these beautiful comments, I have both bashfully and uncomfortably expressed my gratitude and quickly changed the subject. I have even on occasion replied by saying, “Oh, no no no. I’m not Superwoman.”
Since last Saturday alone, I cannot count the number of times I have heard this exact phrase. And quite honestly, I am thankful to have been, for lack of a better word, bombarded with it, because it held me down in that uncomfortable place long enough to force me to stop squirming and start wondering. I wondered why these compliments conjured up such discomfort within me. I wondered why I felt so undeserving. I wondered why I felt as if a cement block had been chained to my ankle and I was shoved overboard…to drown.
Yes, that uncomfortable!
Initially, my answer was that Superwoman does things perfectly. And, although, I would love to think that I am faster than a mischievous 2-year-old and can leap tall mountains of laundry in a single bound, the truth is that I am not even close to perfection.
But then, I quickly realized that really wasn’t it. That was not the reason behind the uneasy feeling in the pit of my gut.
The real reason is that I am uncomfortable with the possible notion that I am somehow the standard by which women are to be measured. Do these comments suggest that a woman must have 8 kids, a husband, and be career-oriented in order to be considered Super? If so, then I am uncomfortable with that.
What makes me Super is different than what makes the next woman Super, and so on. We are ALL Super in our own right.
I have spent years working on the wonder that is me. And I have only scratched the surface. And as I begin the last year of my 30’s, I feel powerful, strengthened, excited, and inspired. But most of all, I feel thankful. Thankful for all of my successes and all of my failures. Thankful for all of my highs and all of my lows. Thankful for all of my “high-heeled” struts AND all of my embarassing face-plants!
I have spent many years “searching for the better part of me”…discovering that which makes ME Super. And I have spent much time observing what makes other women Super, as well.
Am I a Superwoman? Yes I am! And to all my women I say…So Are YOU!
Explore, Discover, Highlight, and Showcase ALL that makes you Super!
Remember, we are women, and that, alone, makes us Super!
Tell me…What makes you feel Super?