Superwoman...(Excerpt from a book)

As much as I would like to Superwoman, I can't be. I am miles from being Superwoman. Superwoman's house wouldn't be dirty at all. Superwoman's house wouldn't have a Macy's bag lying on the kitchen floor, from a purchase made days ago. Superwoman would never forget her grandmother's birthday or be late for work or allow one of the children to spill a strawberry milkshake in  Dad's company car. She would never have overdue books from the library or overdue movies from the video store or a bad hair day. She would never misplace her glasses, her keys, or her entire purse. (Superwoman would never wear glasses.) Superwoman would never make a false start into a four-way-stop intersection or graze another car in the supermarket parking lot. And Superwoman would never lock her keys in the trunk. Superwoman would always eat the right foods and get enough rest. Her fingernails and toenails would always be neatly painted. The same color.

Superwoman would be either the perfect "Donna Reed" homemaker or the perfect, got-it-all-together career woman. She would never feel like an ineffective compromise between the two. Superwoman would have a clear sense of purpose instead of feeling pulled in many different directions. Superwoman would SAVE THE WORLD! She would never be afraid of it. Superwoman would never cry. Superwoman would never wait two months to balance the checkbook. Superwoman's ice trays would never stay empty. Superwoman's bed would be made every day, early in the day, very early in the day.

Superwoman would never burn a grilled cheese sandwich because she got engrossed in emptying the dishwasher. Superwoman would be a soprano soloist, not an adequate alto in the choir's second row. Superwoman would never say stupid things that embarrass her. She would never hurt a friend's feelings thoughtlessly. She would never lose her temper. Superwoman would never feel sorry for herself. And Superwoman would have no need of God. Superwoman is not real, because all real people have need of God.

I am real. Real vulnerable. Real concerned. Real happy. Real sad. Real needy. I'm not Superwoman! Superwoman does not exist. But super women do. A super woman never focuses only on her failings, but recognizes her unique abilities and celebrates them. A super woman remembers to take note of and take heart in all that she does right. A super woman pauses in the midst of the mundane and the monotonous to remember the perfect golden-brown meringue on that last chocolate pie (and how the friends who shared it raved about it); to reflect on major and  minor successes in life which are such standard performance they tend not to stand out or be appreciated as they really should; to realize the world needs altos as well as sopranos.

A super woman fights feeling of dejection by reminding herself of all the birthdays remembered, school projects helped with, lost objects found, dresses sewn, piano lessons given, reports written, hugs shared, meals prepared, deadlines met, sorrows consoled, biscuits rolled, shoes tied, new recipes tried, coworkers helped, lessons learned, money earned, calls returned, and grilled cheese sandwiches not burned. A super woman acknowledges to herself the many gifts and abilities she brings to her family, to her work, to her world. She remembers that each gift and each ability comes from God and can be used to honor him. Above all, she finds her personal worth in God's perfect love and sees the futility of trying to achieve or prove worth through her own accomplishments. There is no Superwoman. But there are a great many super women. And I am one of them. 

**EXERPT from a book**( I don't know which one since I didn't notate it in the original post or I would credit it, sorry to the author!)

Until next time.