Dear Supermom,
I met you today at swim lessons once again. We have been talking politely about things. You have been a great mom comforting your hot baby during what should be his nap time. I commend you. You are doing an amazing job supporting your oldest with swim lessons while caring for your little guy. As they moved us from one location to another for mandatory safety lessons you gathered up everything and found a great spot to be part of what was going on. At the end, you were feeding your sweet boy and they were done. As you rose I noticed you were overwhelmed. Stroller filled, baby eating, towels, and a ton of other stuff to carry. I offered to help and you politely denied. Once more I offered to push your stroller so you could feed your sweet boy and you let me. Thank you. Thank you for putting down your cape.

You see, I was you once. I was the mom juggling everything and trying to do it without any help. I wanted to be super mom. You know what I was? Tired. I wanted so bad to look like I had it all together. I wanted to be supermom. You know the one? The one with her baby on her hip, a great group of friends she always has time for, a perfectly clean house, and the grocery cooler in her car for snack time. I wasn’t though. There were moms who wanted to help me. They wanted to do as I did for you today and lift my load. The problem was, I was too proud. I thought I had to handle it.

Now I am on the other side of super mom land. My babies aren’t babies anymore. I have school aged children and I see moms struggling in super mom land. I want to help but I am told no. Even when they don’t have it together they carry the load alone. Thank you for giving me a chance to offer you a hand. You may have thought that offering to push your stroller was pity or saying you weren’t enough. You are enough. By letting me help you, you are showing how strong you really are. You may never know how much of a blessing it is for me to help you out but thank you.
Your friend,
The happily average mom.