To Spanx Or Not To Spanx, That Is The Question…
And the answer? Yes. Always, well, maybe not while you’re sleeping…But that's not really what today's post is about, at least not entirely.
First off, I know I said I'd post on Sunday, but that proved impossible. Something had to give this weekend, and it was the blog. Along with all of the regular Easter stuff (more about this below), I had to procure and provide snacks for my Sunday School class, and I also had a presentation due in my masters' class last night (did I mention I'm pursuing a Masters in Education? Oh yes, add that to my pile of Supermom stuff I have going on...), so my self-imposed blog deadline just had to fly out the window. There will be no more of those. I'll try for two entries a week, but I won't say when they're coming ever EVER again.
Today's post is really all about is the "Supermom Complex" - which I admit I am fully vested in. I never really looked at it that way, but yeah, I guess that's what it is. My whole life, I've tried to do EVERYTHING and do it all PERFECTLY. Written down in plain English that looks insane. It IS insane, and really just kind of dumb, but I will probably not stop because it seems to be in my DNA. I'm German, and I'm a Virgo. People like me like to master things and have trouble settling for anything less than perfection. And - unwittingly - we make a lot of people hate us in the process. Even members of our own immediate families.
I'm a lot better about this than I used to be, though. I realized I was stressing everyone (especially my husband and daughter) out with my own self-inflicted stress, and although I thought I was working to create a happier environment for everyone, I was just making us all miserable. I've worked to curb this compulsive side of me, and I have reigned her in to some degree, but part of her will never leave...and she comes out at full force on holidays. I truly love holidays and all the traditions and trappings that go along with them. I am a "More is More" kind of girl when it comes to holidays, so - judge me if you will (but we talked about that in the first post) - at least I'm honest about it.
First off, I know I said I'd post on Sunday, but that proved impossible. Something had to give this weekend, and it was the blog. Along with all of the regular Easter stuff (more about this below), I had to procure and provide snacks for my Sunday School class, and I also had a presentation due in my masters' class last night (did I mention I'm pursuing a Masters in Education? Oh yes, add that to my pile of Supermom stuff I have going on...), so my self-imposed blog deadline just had to fly out the window. There will be no more of those. I'll try for two entries a week, but I won't say when they're coming ever EVER again.
Today's post is really all about is the "Supermom Complex" - which I admit I am fully vested in. I never really looked at it that way, but yeah, I guess that's what it is. My whole life, I've tried to do EVERYTHING and do it all PERFECTLY. Written down in plain English that looks insane. It IS insane, and really just kind of dumb, but I will probably not stop because it seems to be in my DNA. I'm German, and I'm a Virgo. People like me like to master things and have trouble settling for anything less than perfection. And - unwittingly - we make a lot of people hate us in the process. Even members of our own immediate families.
I'm a lot better about this than I used to be, though. I realized I was stressing everyone (especially my husband and daughter) out with my own self-inflicted stress, and although I thought I was working to create a happier environment for everyone, I was just making us all miserable. I've worked to curb this compulsive side of me, and I have reigned her in to some degree, but part of her will never leave...and she comes out at full force on holidays. I truly love holidays and all the traditions and trappings that go along with them. I am a "More is More" kind of girl when it comes to holidays, so - judge me if you will (but we talked about that in the first post) - at least I'm honest about it.
So, Easter..holidays...Supermoms...Spanx...what gives, right? Obviously this is not going to be a post dwelling on the spiritual nature of Easter. I feel kind of guilty about that, so I'll be sure to post something spiritually uplifting at a later date.
Easter is a kind of "smoke and mirrors" holiday - the ultimate Supermom test. We bring out our best selves at Easter. Yes, it is the celebration of the resurrection of Christ, but somehow we’ve devolved it into a celebration of all things shiny, bright and new. I’m not going to get into the right or wrong of that thinking right now. It is what it is, and I get that. We get new dresses and suits. We make sure our children are all decked out in their best new spring finery, and after the presentation of candy-laden baskets full of chocolate and toys we scramble to pull it all together, we take a bunch of pictures and head out to church hoping that none of that chocolate made it onto the kids’ new clothes. Many of us have to manage this organizational, good-looking nightmare AND get a holiday worthy meal ready and waiting for the family after church.
Supermoms – we've got to do it all, don’t we? Or at least we think we’re expected to for some reason. But, here's the deal - it's ALL smoke and mirrors, everyday. Entire industries are dedicated to feeding our smoke and mirror jones. Like I said, I’m not debating the right or wrong or the who-what-when-where or why of this; it is what it is. (So why not take a little help when we can get it now and then, right? Hooray for Spanx! The Modern Supermama’s best friend. Even after a 50+ pound weight loss, I probably love them now more than ever.)
Fifty-plus pounds…yeah, that's a lot, at least it is to me. My husband says I should show what that looks like, so here’s me at Easter last year (minus the nine pounds lost to lack of sweets AND yes, rockin' the Spanx)…
Nine pounds down, but still...hmm...something was obviously wrong. I guess, if Mama ain't happy, ain't nobody happy. Easter Supermom Chaos at its finest...I guess Emma thought it was funny, though.
And here we are at Easter this year...definitely smaller, certainly happier, and yes, still proudly rockin' the Spanx!...
Being the holiday happy girl that I am, Easter is a major event. This year was no different, in fact, I think I had put more on my plate than usual, but see how happy we all are!! Haha! Actually, all kidding aside...yes. It was a good day, and we were all very happy and relatively stress-free even with how much we (I) had going on.
To tell the truth, we're a pretty happy family most of the time these days, and - not to toot my own horn, here - but I do think my change of self and change in attitude HAS had quite a bit to do with that. Not just for me, but for all of us. So the fact that I am genuinely smiling in this picture and my kids are not screaming is a testament to this. I had a tremendous amount going on this past weekend, even things that tested my Lenten resolve. My previous self would have been spitting fire and burst into flames because not only did I have to prep and tackle the normal Easter stuff (new clothes, kids scrubbed & tubbed, Easter baskets for two - oh, and the Sunday School snacks...oh, and school...all that jazz...), but I also had to BAKE.
I've told you about my love of baked goods and my penchant for creating them. At Holiday-time, I am called upon to go into production mode, and this Easter - despite my swearing off of sweets for Lent - was no different. Aside from the necessary few tasting licks (you cannot make food for others without tasting as you go - if I hadn't, that lemon cake would have ended up sugarless...seriously...), I did not partake of any of these delights until Easter Sunday (mint brownies go great with gin & tonic at 12:03 in the morning...I'm just saying, 40 days is a long time...don't judge, Friends, don't judge...).
So maybe it was the Easter Sweet Smorgasboard here that helped put the smile on my face. I'm not denying it. I had fun making this stuff and even more fun eating it after 40 days of denial. Those mint brownies were killer (thank you, Paula Deen), and I'm having to hold myself back from snarfing another one down right now.
But I won't. Easter's over. I let myself enjoy the day with abandon, and I feel no guilt whatsover, but now life returns to normal, and that's a good thing. Although I was not rewarded with some huge nine pound weight loss this year, I was rewarded with a feeling of accomplishment and pride, and that's what makes me feel good these days. I don't want to ever lose that feeling. The not-so-supermom I WAS was stressed out and unhappy; I'm content with the somewhat super-Mom I've become. Whether I've finished a nice long run or if I've honored a committment, that good feeling on the inside will show on the outside, and you don't need Spanx for that.
It's not about the size of the dress anymore - which DOES always look better with the Spanx - and no, they don't pay me to say that (but if they want to they can give me a call). It's not about how spiffy my kids look - although I do feel compelled to point out that my wonderful mother knitted that sweet shawl my daughter, Emma, has on. It's about confidence - the confidence I find from honoring a committment or creating something beautiful (like Emma's shawl) or taking charge of yourself, your life and your own happiness.
In subsequent posts I'll be writing about what I did to get from the chaotic not-so-supermom in the first picture to the super-happy mom in the second and everything in between. It's been quite a ride, and I don't expect to get off anytime soon. In the meantime...get those dang mint brownies out of here...my lord, those should be illegal!!
Until we read again...keep trying for what you're trying for, Friends!
TTYL - Ali