I am Super Grover Mommy!

Have you ever done something, felt pretty good about and then noticed what someone else is doing and you felt bad about what you did? Yeah, I’m afraid I do that alot… comparing myself with others. But worse is I compare myself to what I THINK I should be doing.

Often my thought process will go something like this: Well, Leavitt (yes this is how I talk to myself) that went pretty well. BUT, your house is still a mess, and Riley is still not doing so good in school, and holy cow did I even brush Beka’s hair this morning. When was the last time I took a shower… did I brush my hair today? Goodness, I thought all the kids were downstairs with me… oh %$#@&^% the bathroom is flooded and the carpet is soaked three feet down the hall with so much water that it splashes when you walk.  Well, hum… I guess I wasn’t Superman Mommy today.

Or, bravo Leavitt you made a great meal plan, bought the groceries and then burned dinner. Not Superman Mom.

Or, as I’m feeding Ephram early in the morning trying to get both eyes to come into focus, I will think (just before I fall back asleep in the rocking chair) I really should get up before the kids and read my scriptures. Or listen to something worthwhile… zzzzzz…Not  Superman Mom!

But you know what? I’m ok with that. I am not the woman of steel.  I can’t leap a building in a single bound. Nor do I have x-ray vision.

So, my thoughts were turned to silly today as I gave myself permission to talk a little nap. I may not be superman mom, but I am cute, lovable, sometime furry old mommy. And I get a little crazy sometimes, and I get things wrong a lot, and sometimes I’ve been known to totally miss the point but become stressed about a little tiny detail… but I still keep trying. I may fly in, and crash land not very gracefully and discover that maybe “I think maybe I will just walk” I still get there. Therefore, I am Super Grover MOM (1.0)

And as a Super Grover MOM it’s ok that I loose it sometimes, cause there is a monster at the end of this book. Or maybe isn’t a book but rather the laundry, dishes, cooking, planning something, or the whining… and when I get there it’s just me..

Super Grover MOMs keep trying no matter what. Even when it’s just trying to find one last matched pair of socks in the laundry basket that is overflowing with so many socks and there isn’t one that goes together… and just when you think you found a match it turns out that the stupid socks are different sizes. So, you shrug and put them on the kid anyway.

And Super Grover MOMs feel bad sometimes for screaming because someone just used marker on the floor while mom was trying to find the sink under all the dirty dishes.

Super Grover MOMs are always trying to be better, even if it’s just noticing that someone needs to sit and snuggle mommy while mommy is feeding the baby.

There are times when Super Grover MOMs outfits just don’t work… and the visor just keeps falling into their eyes. But they push it back up, again, and again, and again.

And there are sometimes when Super Grover MOMs get sad because they aren’t Superman. Like when they are try to be, and overscheduled the day, run out of the house and can’t find their keys, for the second time that day. And then find them in the door… Or, when no matter how hard they try they can’t get the laundry done that week. Or, when they can’t solve all the problems their little ones have.

Today I was feeling very overwhelmed. I took Ephram, who is now 5 1/2 months old to the doctor for a weight check. He hadn’t grown… at all this month. And I was scared, and angry and tired. I had been up with a sick little baby at 3 AM and 6AM. I had the girls with me and they were fighting.  And my thoughts went like this: Well, Leavitt you were able to breastfeed 3 kids but you’ve failed this one.  What’s wrong with you. Can’t you handle this.

Then we got home and there was a mammoth of a mountain of dishes and I couldn’t even see the counters. Ephram was crying and needing to be feed. The girls were cross and thirsty and hungry. I was grumpy and hungry. And I just wanted to sit in my room and cry about poor little guy and how nothing I was doing worked.

But, I didn’t. I got my girls feed (ok so it was leftover pizza and I just broke off pieces and let them eat while running around) and sat on the couch and nursed Ephram. Then I gave him his first bottle of formula. It was the first of formula bottle I’d ever given any of my kids, and I felt bad. But, I took him up stairs and changed his diaper, laid him into his crib and told myself to go lay down for 20 minutes and everything would look better.

 

And then I got up and wrote my parent news letter for scouts, and put dinner in the crock pot. I picked up Riley at the bus stop and held his sweet hand all the way home. I listened to his brief tales of school, and gave the kids cheese sticks and cuties for snack. I got Ephram up and nursed him again. Gave him the formula and had him spit up all over me.  And guess what? I didn’t burn dinner tonight. It was very good.

The kids are asleep now, and the house is quiet. It has been a crazy hard week, but I came out ok. My kids are feed and clothed. They know they are loved. I am “Doing my best” with my cub scout calling. And so, I am Super Grover MOM!

So here’s to all of us Super Grover MOMs out there. We may not have Martha Stewart’s houses (even if we would love to) but that’s ok. Our homes are kid friendly. We may not look like a super model (but who would want to snuggle up with someone so bony) but we earned our hips! We are doing our best and that’s what matters!