It’s all about the hardware.
The Heisman trophy. The Emmy. The World Cup.
The Mom of the Year.
Meredith Spidel’s blog, The Mom of the Year, is a beautiful account of the imperfect mom. Or, is it an account of a beautifully imperfect mom? See, it doesn’t matter. When you’re engaged and accountable and can write about it all like Meredith, you’ve eared the title.
The Mom of the Year.
There’s even a Dad of the Year on Meredith’s blog. Today, though, is about Meredith. It’s about superhero strength. When I asked her to write about it, she scoffed a little. That’s the sign of a true superhero; you act like it ain’t no thang. We know better, though.
Give Meredith a warm welcome, and please, go check out her stuff.
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Eli asked me to write about how I’m a Superhero Mom. This is one of the times where it’s really great that our communication is online because right now he would be getting one of my special you-have-three-heads looks. I’m really good at those looks. At least I think I am. My kids and the dog never seem to have much reaction, but in my head, I ace that look, turn sand into stone with it and that kind of thing. You get it.
Anyway, I really like Eli. I have mad respect for him and the very classy way he navigates through the world of dad blogging, fully collaborating with moms while acknowledging the very real differences our genders experience. He is smart, he supports, he encourages, and I’m really grateful our paths have crossed.
That said, when he asks me explain my superhero skills, I still think he’s bat-crap crazy. But, like I said, he’s a savvy guy, so I’m going to listen to him and give this a go.
There are very few things I do well or good in my motherhood journey. I generally continue to consider it an accomplishment if I could write a Christmas letter at the end of every year simply stating, “I kept my children alive.”
But once in a while…once in a while I feel boss. I do something cool that leaves me spinning around thinking, “Did anyone see that? Please let someone have seen that. Please, anyone?? Could the mailman have creepily peered in the windows at that exact second? Please.”
- I shut the refrigerator door with a skillful back-kick while simultaneously washing dishes and talking my son through tying his shoes.
- I remember to fill their sippy cups before we leave the house.
- I remember their sippy cups period.
- I ace the joint preschool birthday party with BLUE cupcakes and then ignore the angry glares of other moms who now have sticky blue hands all over their minivans. Whatever, ladies, my van is such a mess the blue dye blends in.
- It occurs to me that if I want to make a fruit salad, I have to buy fruit while I’m still at the grocery store.
- I get my kids in bed and asleep before 8:30 p.m.
- No wait, I’ll repeat that so you can get the full effect. I get my kids in bed and asleep before 8:30 p.m.
- We don’t watch “Frozen” more than twice on repeat in one day.
- I manage to complete two full sentences to my husband at the end of the day before passing out.
- Taking the garbage out? Total win.
- A complete load of laundry? Rockstar.
- I figure out how to turn on, use, and manage all of my electronic devices without calling my husband. Total superhero here.
- No chicken nuggets for dinner? It’s cause to rejoice if we manage to keep them off the table!
These things rarely happen – but when they do, I whip out my cape!
I know. I KNOW. It’s serious stuff around these parts. I’m sure you’re totally wowed. And I’m totally grateful to Eli for allowing me to highlight some of the niftier stuff I manage to pull off. Thank you, and superhero on, my friends–never doubt your ability to wow.