When you look at a photo of yourself, you see your flaws, but when others look at the same photo, they see your heart.
Two weeks ago my husband had a heart attack. And last week he had open heart surgery. These last two weeks have been horrible. I have crumbled more than once. But I noticed that when I posted updates about Hubby on Facebook, quite a few of my friends and family members commented on how strong I am or that I am “the strong one” in the family. This made me wonder what these people see in me that I don’t.
So asked one of my family members why everyone has been saying that I am strong, expecting her to say that they were just being polite and encouraging. Instead she said “Really? REALLY?” I told her that I didn’t understand what everyone sees. Apparently, when I see myself as just an average mom, the rest of the world sees me as AUTISM SUPER MOM.
I wonder if they realize that my laundry piles up, there are dirty dishes in the sink, enough animal dander floating along the baseboards to make another furry friend and my son hasn’t been to the dentist in a year?
What my niece told me was that most mothers begin to stop being hands on when their children become preteens, and here I have been doing it for 24 years.
Yes, I have to bathe and dress my son, comb his hair and brush his teeth. I may have to turn his TV on for him and prepare all of his meals. But even though I still do all that, to me, that doesn’t make me Super Mom, that just makes me Buddy’s mom.