That’s been the title of this blog for three years now. Not Super…Just Mom. But now the punctuation’s shifted a little. Or it’s shifting in my head.
I’m hanging up a few of my hats. I’m scaling back. My cape is at the dry cleaners. Indefinitely. For now, I’m just “mom.”
It feels good.
I’m two days into my new gig.
Joshua’s been plagued with Hand, Foot, and Mouth Disease and I have been plagued with whining. And Emma’s spit up enough for the four of us. Mostly through her nose. All over me and three burp cloths.
It’s glamorous, this new life of mine. Really.
But today we baked cookies. (The cheater’s Tollhouse break-and-bakes, but still. Cookies.)
We declared today pajama day and lounged around watching Thomas and breaking out into impromptu dance parties.
We made Play-doh rocket ships and Joshua counted backwards from 10, shouting “BLAST OFF!” after he got to 1.
The rug is littered with toys.
Sure, these are the things we’d do on summer vacation anyway, but this time it feels different. It doesn’t feel like I’m cramming all the fun mom stuff into my summer to make up for the time I won’t have come this fall.
It feels free.
It feels right.