One of my "girls' upstairs decided to say hello to a neighbor in one of the buildings next to us. Since I was with her, I got the opportunity to say hello and introduce myself as well.
He made a funny quip about there being an elevator between the upstairs and downstairs apartments in our building since we are all visiting each other constantly. I suppose it must seem like that :) We do have a great time enjoying each others company.
I said that I'm just the "crazy" downstairs neighbor with the four kids. He called me "SuperMom".
Wow! What a compliment coming from a stranger. He's seen us all hanging out, seen me interacting with the kids and looks at me as being something more than just a nutty neighbor with a bunch of kids.
Thing is, I'm no SuperMom.
I'm just a mom, like thousands of other mothers out there. I love my kids, try my hardest to do the best I can by them and try to maintain some semblance of myself as being more than just Momma.
SuperMom would be incredible, but her house wouldn't look like a tornado ransacked the inside, otherwise known as my darling daughter "Hurricane" Anika. SuperMom's wouldn't ever loose her cool because she just stepped on a bunch of Legos that were left in the middle of the bedroom floor. SuperMom would always have excellent well balanced meals that everyone sat nicely and politely ate at the table.
No, I'm not SuperMom, but I appreciate the compliment.