Wednesday, May 07, 2014
Nowadays, there seems like a lot of women are proclaiming that they are Supermoms.
Misnomer in a lot of cases, just a trend for common ladies to show that they managed to cook meals, bake a cake, do laundry, wash dishes, fold clothes, gardening, arrange a party, clean their house top to bottom while taking care of their kids schooling and emotional needs.
Greed-eyed monster much?
Call me petty and jealous if you want, but for me, to be a Supermom, the lady need to be well.....basically, Super!
And that would entail feats of superior strength, fast as lightning reflexes, laser eyes, you know....those Superman stuffs.
Like, the lady from US that stops the car from rolling down the driveway unto a busy street while the daughter was strapped inside the car. That is a Supermom! Ok, she got a few broken bones....but she were displaying Super Speed, Super Strengh and Super Sacrifice. Or another lady that yanks open the broken door of her car to save her toddler (cannot remember the details, tho I do remember the firefighters that checked the car were amazed since the door are actually jammed and it would need their heavy-duty tools to open). Superstrength!!
If a lady does the usually mommy kind of stuffs, well, indeed she is common. Crazy busy, but still common. Millions of ladies doing the same thing from time immemorial, no need to inflate your own ego by calling yourself Supermom. If recognition is needed, just go and buy clothes for yourself instead of loading the picture of yourself doing laudry and hashtag Supermom. Diva much?
Unless if the said mom is a divorcee/single parent. She is doing both mommy and daddy stuffs by herself. If you are in that category, go ahead, call yourself Supermom. :)
Happy Mother's Day, y'all.
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The race of man shall perish, but the eyes
Of trilobytes eternal in stone,
And seem to stare about in mild surprise
At changes greater than they have yet known.
- T.A. Conrad
To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.
- William Blake,
excerp from Auguries of Innocence.