It's #wholemama Week 2 - guess what that means? Another poem from yours truly.
This week's topic: What is your super power?
Today when you asked me to tell you about
all the ways in which I am super,
the first thoughts that began to fill up my mind
are places where I am a pooper.
"My house is a mess, my children eat sugar,
my toddler loves Elmo and Big Bird."
As I rattled off all the ways I fall short,
I stopped and instead I considered...
I thought about where I find power and strength
in my hard work as a mother.
I gave myself space to see what is super
in me as opposed to the others.
A small thing, at first glance, but maybe quite large
is the way I create good distractions.
As my oldest starts crying over a lost toy,
my silly songs change his reaction.
Another ability making me strong -
my keen sense of where to find lost things.
A forgotten letter, a neglected shirt -
both powerless against my recounting.
But perhaps the quality I see in myself
that's most super and most empowering
is the way that I manage to enjoy every day,
no matter what problems are towering.
Sometimes I feel it's a part of my heart
I must hide around those who are venting.
They tell me they're bored, my sweet mama friends,
or they're tired or fat or resenting.
It's not that I don't understand these emotions
I feel them from time to time.
But no matter the feelings, no matter the day,
There is joy in this heart of mine.
Motherhood is a dream that I dreamt for so long
not knowing if it would come true.
So even through tantrums and piles of dishes
there's a smile that always ensues.
"I am a mama," I say in my heart,
"These babies are mine now to keep!"
I find joy on the hard days and joy in the messes
and yes, joy when they go down to sleep.
The power I have is to see the big picture,
that this season is sweet and it's short.
The things that feel hard are already changing;
there are new hard things to report.
But the incredible job that I get for these years
is to help them grow up through the hard,
to take these small babies and make of them people,
first up close and then, from afar.
So before afar comes and they're grown and they're gone
I'll delight in the tough and the trying,
with kisses and cuddles and beds left unmade,
and bad dancing to cheer up the crying.
Friends, what's your super-power? What special gift(s) help you be as whole as you can? Tell me more in the comments below and join in the #wholemama fun.