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What can I say? What will I share?

It's simple. I'm a mom. On the outside, I am super mom. I have a never ending supply of strength. I am never tired. My energy never wears down. I am never sick. Illness never touches this body. I am the cure for boo-boos...A simple kiss on the hand and all their pain is gone. A little song and all their tears vanish.

I am super Mom...on the outside.

The truth is, Super Mom does not exist. She's just a face I must plaster on each morning. The truth is, I am not as strong as they think. I find myself running. My energy is nearly gone, I can barely keep my eyes open. Illness...my body knows it all too well. Every day is a struggle with pain. Everyday I must force myself out of bed and pretend everything is fine. I save all my curing kisses for the ones who need me most. There is no song to wash away my tears.

To say that I am happily married would be a lie. That's not say I'm not happy to be married. I love my husband. I really do. But some days, I feel more like his mom then his wife. I suppose that's normal. I suppose every marriage has those moments. Most days I feel like a single mom. Juggling the kids and household chores. making sure veryone has warm food in their bellies and clean clothes on their bodies. All the while, I must leave my needs behind.

My need to eat must be put on hold. The little one needs a snack. The laundry needs washed. The toys need picked up. My need for sleep must be ignored. The dishes need to be washed. The kids need to be bathed.

It never ends.

This is the secret life of a mom. The truth of how I see things. The place where all my guards are let down. The place I will tell you my secrets. I will share what I felt that day. Expose what I really wanted to get out. Expose what I want, I need.

Signed,
Super Mom