Confession time. Here it is. In black in white.

I am not a super-hero.

Shocking? No, of course not. Super-heroes aren’t real, silly. They exist in comic books and movie screens.

Disappointing? A little.

Isn’t that what we all want to be? Super-mom. Super-wife. Super-employee. Super-volunteer. Super-all-of-the-roles. Super-Proverbs-31-woman. Yeah, I brought her into this. Because I’m not her. I’m the woman in the crowd reaching to touch the edge of Jesus’ robe.

We don’t just want our cake. We want to design, bake, decorate to perfection, AND eat a gorgeous gluten free, dairy free, soy free, egg free, vegan, paleo/keto, auto-immune cake. And we want it to taste beyond delicious.

But I’m calling it. Just like super-heroes, it’s just not real. Or realistic. Or healthy!

I am not a super-hero.

I am sick, living with several illnesses that will follow me to the end.

And still want it all. To have the perfect family, the best menu, the cleanest home. To throw the best birthday celebrations, decorate for every season, plant the most prolific garden (something I couldn’t do healthy!). To be the indispensable volunteer, the active citizen, the best friend.

To be super.

But I’m not. I am not a super-hero. I am just me and I’m just doing the best I can with what I have. And sometimes more than I have.