Supermama

My name is Brittony and I am a Supermama-wanna-be.

I admit that I am powerless over the desire to be-all and do-all, my life has become unmanageable.

I am done trying to fix myself and instead come to that Power greater than myself that alone can restore me to sanity amid the laundry and dirty dishes, tantrums of a toddler and chaos around me.

I choose to turn my desire to lead a perfect life on the arm of my perfect husband with my perfect kids in my perfect house over to the care of God.

Oh, how I wish I could skip this step: that searching moral inventory of myself that has led me to such fear of failure! (Deep breath...)
I admit to God, my husband, my children, my family, and friends that I have presented a facade of perfection that has slowly begun to crack, leaving me emotionally and mentally unstable and very nearly clinically insane!

I will continually make amends with my children when I am impatient, with my husband when I am selfish, and with all others when I am characteristically moody, mean, and menopause-ish.

I am ready for God to take over in His transforming work, to re-shape and re-mold me into a vessel that will only be devoid of defects on that day of presentation before my Creator.

God, take control.

I surrender to you my fantasy of having a phone-booth-morphing-moment in exchange for those quiet times with you, where You will teach me and speak to me, encourage and strengthen me, and answer my cries for help.

I will share my humiliating experiences and lessons in humility to other Supermama-wanna-be's and will practice honesty in all my shared life stories that together we might be transformed more and more into Your image and not settle for some hour-glass shaped caricature with a personality complex.

My name is now Mama. Just . . . mama. 

- Saw this on sortacrunchy.typepad.com and wanted to share it. Written by Dina