You probably just need to look in the mirror.
Recently, I was asked to describe a Super Mum.
I found this to be a much harder task than you might initially expect.
I don’t consider myself a super mum. I consider myself as “just a mum” and I’m sure I’m not the only person who thinks of themselves in this way. I think you will find we all fit in somewhere; sometimes we just need it to be pointed out.
My interpretation of a super mum is below:
Mothers who have been up all night with their unsettled baby, then get up early to restart the day again the next day.
Mothers who breastfeed.
Mothers who bottlefeed.
Mothers who give birth naturally.
Mothers who have C-sections.
Mothers who work endlessly, trying to give their children the best start they can in life.
Mothers who eat the burnt toast, the burnt cutlet and drink the cold coffee.
Mothers who are unable to put their own children to bed at night because they are working shift work.
Mothers who are absent from their families for work.
Mothers who have a FIFO spouse.
Mothers who practise different religions and feel fear for their children.
Mothers who live in undesirable housing, who are too scared to sleep at night and will stay awake just too ensure their children are sleeping safe.
Mothers who believe they aren’t doing a good job. But they are doing their absolute best.