Monday, September 19, 2011


I am not SuperMom.  Or SuperWoman. Or even SuperAmy.  I want to be.  I wish I were.  But I am not.  I have so many limitations, and I struggled against them for years.  But I am tired now.  Or perhaps that truly is just code for "older and wiser".  And as the days and months seem to increasingly fly away from me, acceptance begins to creep in and wrap itself around those struggling thoughts, soothing them into a placated state.

I find that the more accepting I become, the more peace I find in my life.  My husband would likely disagree.  He sees my moments of productiveness, and he sees my hours of apathy.  But in between those lie moments of sweet peace.  Of knowing that I can't have it all, or do it all - and I don't want to.  I don't have to try and Go! Do! Be! every minute of every day.  Some days it's OK to revel in the moment.  To take joy in the sweetness of a brunch date with my Boy, to wallow in long, long moments of "just browsing".   To steal that hour and get lost in the pages of a book.  It's all Enough.  


Liz said...

Oh, Amy, I agree with this sentiment wholeheartedly. I have truly enjoyed my thirties for this very reason. I love the peace that I find between my moments of apathy and my moments of productiveness. Well stated, my friend!

And for the record, you are SuperAmy in my book.

Anonymous said...

so true. :)

Robyn said...

I agree with you too. And like Liz, I have said several times how I've enjoyed my thirties, and I think that is exactly why. I've come to myself and am so much more gracious with my faults than I used to be. Well said, I'm sure most women agree - even those we look at who seem to be the "supers". Nobody has it all. We're all in it together.