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  • I’m not Superwoman…but I want to be

    I want to be Superwoman.

    I want to be Superwoman at the gym who comes to work out in Lululemon yoga pants with a coordinated top, freshly washed hair, and toned arms. I want to glisten like she does with her resting heart rate of 48.

    I want to be Superwoman who never raises her voice at her children and doesn’t get that feeling when your head gets hot from being embarrassed by public displays of eye rolling.

    I want to be Superwoman who gets her family to church on time every week. She is calm and waiting for the service to begin, not frazzled, tossing her kids in the childcare at record pace, running to get to the service, only to break her heel on the way in the door. Superwoman doesn’t limp into church. She flies gracefully with style.



    I want to be Superwoman who wants to take cute self pictures all the time on instagram. What’s not to love about Superwoman at any angle on Instagram? RARE self portrait above.

    I want to be Superwoman who sends little electric shocks to people when they belittle others. Superwoman has no tolerance for mean people and calls out gossip on the spot despite being the unpopular superhero for doing so.

    I want to be Superwoman who only craves green peppers, broccoli, chocolate whey protein, and chicken breasts. And when Superwoman is stressed, she prays, works out for the second time, and drinks an extra 40 ounces of water to flush out the bad Karma.

    I want to be Superwoman who is full of endless energy for her husband and looks like a crisp $100 bill when her husband walks in the door from work. Superwoman never unloads on her husband, instead she has boundless energy for their second romp of the day.

    I know that I am not Superwoman, but I want to be.

    I want to have it all together, even though I know that is impossible.

    I know that my friends don’t have it all together either.

    But what I notice is that I don’t care if my friends have it all together or not. I don’t think twice if their house is a mess, if they buy organic food, attend a weekly bible study, or exercise daily. I don’t think twice if their child says something disrespectful and they lose their composure.

    I don’t place that burden onto anyone else but myself. A burden that I put on myself perhaps subconsciously. I often don’t realize it until after the fact, when I am weighed down by the heavy burden of trying to have it all together. It’s exhausting at times.

    I’ve commented on many blogs that I have read over the past 5 years on posts related to not having it all together. Everyone agrees in unison that we don’t. But what I struggle with, is that fact that it doesn’t stop me from trying.

    I confess… I still want to be Superwoman.

    Lord help me, I am a stubborn soul.

    I’m enjoying a couple of fun filled days with my mom who is here visiting during spring break. Let’s all go out and enjoy our day and agree to not take on the burden of Superwoman for at least 24 hours. Perhaps a conscious effort to give ourselves permission to be just enough the way we are.

    Blessings sweet friends – Jenny

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    Marilyn Johnson

    Oh Jenny. You took the words right out of my mouth. My husband recently tore his biceps tendon right in the middle of calving season.
    He can’t do any heavy lifting with that arm. Now I have chores to help him with, taking care of our little toddler by myself, coordinating my daughter’s college financial stuff, Kyle’s huge plantar’s wart that isn’t getting any better, and my dad’s doctor’s appointments plus work where we are in the process of switching over to computerized charting. I NEED to be SUPERWOMAN! Taking it a day at a time. Thanks for the encouraging post. Reminds me to just do the best I can.

    15 March 2012 at 5:43 am Reply

      Marilyn – Prayers being sent to your husband for a speedy recovery. And of course for both of us as we seek to let go of this need to feel like we need to be Superwoman. It is a fantasy, I’m just trying to figure out my rationalization to try knowing that fact.-J

      16 March 2012 at 8:12 am Reply

    Let’s face it…what we all really need is Alice from the Brady Bunch to come and live with us. THEN we could all be superwomen! LOL! Lord give us all strength cause God knows we need it!

    15 March 2012 at 9:55 am Reply

      I want Alice or Florence from the Jeffersons! And what’s up with all the servants in the bible? I’ll take a part time helper. :)

      16 March 2012 at 8:16 am Reply


    You are so right; I am my biggest critic and harshest slave-driver. Not a day goes by that I don’t want to be SuperWoman in some way, shape, or form. But do I judge my girlfriends for NOT being superwomen? Nope. Do they judge me? Nope. Which is probably why we all get along so well.

    Here’s to a day of accepting who we are, superwomen or not!

    15 March 2012 at 1:20 pm Reply

      Yes, I am most definitely my harshest critic. I offer a huge amount of grace to everyone else and I’m working hard at offering myself the same thing.
      We need to cut ourselves some slack.-J

      16 March 2012 at 8:30 am Reply

    OH .. MY.. God! you crack me up. This is SO true. I kill myself every day and I can’t even begin to keep up with anyone in the Jones Family. You make me laugh. I think you are doing a SUPERB job being Jenny. I love this blog. Keep it coming and I think you are a hero and just haven’t been told yet.

    15 March 2012 at 2:44 pm Reply

      Thanks Melissa. I couldn’t have worded it better myself- Who cares about the Jones family, my life is full enough!
      I’m so glad you are enjoying this blog. It’s been a new found love for me. -J

      16 March 2012 at 8:35 am Reply
    Jeri Ann

    Bahahahaha! I’m sure I’m blushing – cheeks bright red because you’re quoting me! (You are talking about me, right?) My name is Elastigirl, constantly bending in all the right directions for everyone else and leaving myself with the pulled muscles. I will be spending a spring break day with my most challenging relative real soon, and could genuinely use everyone’s prayers to be a gracious Elastigirl who puts away her super powers for that day. Thanks for being you!

    15 March 2012 at 3:36 pm Reply

      I totally get this (more than you know). Elastigirl is a perfect visual for how I feel internally at times. It’s time to wrap all of those arms together in a bow and put her into timeout.
      And I will lift up a big prayer for you this week. -J

      16 March 2012 at 8:36 am Reply
    Kerry K.

    Trying to be Superwoman is a lot like trying to be a mermaid. It’s a fun fantasy but ain’t gonna happen. Superwoman doesn’t exist but you, my friend, ARE a SUPER WOMAN. Perfectly imperfect, real and human. If you were Superwoman your readers would not relate to you as well, be inspired by you as wonderfully or laugh as much ;) . We’re all too hard on ourselves and it’s exhausting, isn’t it? It hurts my brain most days. Hugs to you, super woman – from your fellow perfectionista

    15 March 2012 at 3:47 pm Reply

      I just adore you. Perfectly imperfect – that’s exactly how I see my children. So thank you for your continued encouragement and emails. I keep them all. XO-J

      16 March 2012 at 8:38 am Reply


    Thank you for this post (I love all of your posts), We all ned to give ourselves a break. I know that you do way more than I do, but I sometimes can barely keep it together-there I go comparing myself to someone else. You are doing awesome as are all of us!!!

    15 March 2012 at 5:45 pm Reply

      Yes Betsy. I agree – we are all enough just the way we are and a break is often in order. It’s too exhausting to try it the route I have. I know it never works, so I don’t know why I bother.

      16 March 2012 at 8:39 am Reply

    You amaze me everyday, as you write this post you don’t even realize that you are SUPERWOMAN! You pay attention enough to your children to get frazzled by their behavior, you rush to fit things in for a better life for your children, you love your husband enough to want more for him, that’s makes you superwoman because if you weren’t you wouldn’t give a rats ass about any of that. Everything you do is with grace and humility and I think you are a great example of what SUPERWOMAN should be and a role model for your children for what is normal.

    15 March 2012 at 6:06 pm Reply

      Thank you Jodie. This is funny as I gave this same advice to a friend of mine who called yesterday. Now if only, I would let that same advice soak in. I’m truly a piece of work at times. -J

      16 March 2012 at 8:45 am Reply

    Love this post!!!! Especially becuse I keep reading about all you are doing and wondering how you manage to do it all! You are a super womn in my eyes!

    16 March 2012 at 12:00 pm Reply

      Thanks Karen. Honestly, I have great productive weeks and weeks that are mediocre, just like everyone else. As long as I live with intention, I get more done than I ever did before.
      As a perfectionist living in an imperfect world, I am learning to offer myself grace. I am sure I will have it all figured out right before I die. :) -J

      21 March 2012 at 7:20 am Reply

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