I’m not Supermom. I am a mom doing the best I can and praying for the best possible outcomes. Some days, though, the people around me seem convinced otherwise.

My children think I can do anything. I fix broken things, beat Koopa and save the princess (again), find missing things, answer endless questions, and make all the food they could ever want, even the meals they don’t eat. My husband thinks I’m awesome, even if I do not get all the housework done. He reminds me that the kids are alive, fed, and amazingly loved. I have friends who call me Supermom. These encouraging words come right when I most need them.

Does such a mom actually exist? Can a person really do everything and do it all well without completely burning out? Teach the children, feed the children, play with the children, love the children; spend time with and love my husband; keep the home and manage the dishes, laundry, bills, and everything else; be a friend, neighbor, daughter, and sister; work out, eat right, drink plenty of water, shower, read the Bible, get plenty of rest, and recharge.

Finding time to recharge seems ridiculous when little ones follow you to the bathroom. If they do NOT follow you, you can be sure they’ll find some way to create mass chaos in the few minutes you’re alone.

In this season of life, I’m trying to survive constantly changing stages and new challenges. I’m not Supermom. I do the best I can and rely on God for the rest.