Hey, Moms! We are Super–And Our Kids Tell Us That


But, when I laid down in bed, I remembered that even though I get no words on some days, there are other days when my child can make me feel a hundred feet tall, and lift my soul in moments, using only his words.

He makes me feel like Super Woman.

Or like Super Mom.

It then occurred to me–because I’m a thinker–that other moms feel the exact same way I do in a moment when their tiny humans ignore them, or refuse to speak to them. Those are the moments when we, as moms, need to remember the better days of Momdom. Because, in the never-ending job of motherhood, it’s the amazing moments, from the lips of our tiny humans, that continuously keep us plugging along.

Here are a couple of ways in which our kiddo’s words can lift our tired, frayed minds on even the worst of days.

Mommy, I love you.

It can come with a hug. It can come with a kiss. It can arrive in a moment of repetition, … but it’s honest. Our babies love us with an unmitigated, undeserving, pure, wholesome love. There are no attached strings. There isn’t even the hope of love returned. They just … love us.

That’s enough to keep me moving throughout the day.

You’re the best mommy in the whole world.

No, no I’m not. I mean, on a scale of one to best, I’ve seen the Pinterest moms. I’ve seen the moms of five who cook picture-worthy meals every night, after planning them the week before, while baking two gluten-free pies from apples and cherries grown in their own garden, whose husbands surprise them with special trinkets throughout the week, … and they have a home-based, thriving business. Not only that, but they do it while managing to have perfect hair, perfect bodies, and perfect makeup.

I mean, seriously, kid. Did you miss those moms?

But, I’m the only mommy Tiny Tot has, and to him, I’m the best. So he takes me for what I am–a mommy burning the candle at both ends, trying to make ends meet, planning meals on the fly, working odd hours, while trying to wrangle in two puppies. He sees his mom with frizzed hair pulled in a haphazard bun, makeup thrown across her face in the rush to get out the door for work, and scrubs. Not only that, but half of our lessons get done in the car driving to and from preschool.

But, if he thinks I’m the best, I’ll take it.

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J.M. Robeson is an author of women’s fiction, a freelance writer, and the mom blogger for Winging It, Mom Style. She holds a Bachelor’s of Science in Elementary Education from Louisiana State University. Currently, she lives in Houston, Texas, and spends her time chasing two, tiny puppy dogs, and one, not-so-tiny preschooler, who she lovingly refers to as Tiny Tot.



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