I wanted to write down I know best, but thought it might be a bit too presumptuous. Just a little bit. So, I disguised myself as a Mom, which I am, because when women become moms, they undergo a magical transformation that gives them amazing abilities. It’s as if I became some sort of a Wonder Woman.

Not to worry. It’s only in the eyes of my kids, who apparently think I know and can do everything. 

I am a chef: pureeing, sautéing, mixing and cooking.

Multitasking is something I just do without even thinking about it.

I am a Master of Knowledge–knowing the answers to every why and how, because my toddler doesn’t seem to grasp: “I don’t know.” On the few occasions I used those three words of ignorance, I got a sad look, as if I had killed her puppy, so I made up the answer.

I am able to read the same stories  hundred of times, dress everyone, know where every item no matter how insignificant is, can carry enormous amounts of stuff for long periods of time and still hold my daughter’s hand.

I can fix almost all bruises with just a kiss and perform triage, knowing when it’s time to see the doctor. I’ve learned that some aches can be better fixed using natural remedies–I even learned how to fix them–but still lack the convincing streak of selling it to my kids who’d rather have a gooey pink syrup instead of a brown onion tea. My bedside manner includes warm hugs, long kisses and encouraging words.

You would think these superhuman abilities would go to my head, but instead I’m always full of doubt and worry, because I want to do the best I can by my children. Am I teaching my kids the right thing? Am I giving them a proper example? Should they be expected to do it all? To handle it all? 

And sometimes we women tend to take too much on, not ask for help and expect ourselves to know tasks best. By night time I can barely keep my eyes open, and I wish my girls would put me to sleep and then do whatever they want.

I like them thinking I am sort of a hero. But something has to give–it’s no wonder women lose it in their mid-thirties! I don’t want my girls to think that Wonder Woman is an easy chore, or that they have to be Wonder Woman too when they grow up, but I also don’t want to let them down. 

My kids need to be able to find a balance in life. I am going to show them who I am: an ordinary human being.

I don’t have all the answers. I can follow a recipe but only if the write everything down. I read books and Google stuff I don’t know. I learn as I go along. I have bad days when I can only stand to read one story three times. But I will always hold their hand, give warm hugs, kisses, and encouraging words.

They mean so much to me; I want them both to be a better version of me. Somehow, we’ll find the way together.

How great will that be when I finally really know it all?

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I'm a thirty-something (let's not get into that), mother of two always on the move girls, and married to a husband in love with photography. We love to discover the world. Born in Slovenia of Croatian descent and most probably all English in one of my past lives I am not able to stay put for too long. Luckily the same goes for the rest of my bunch. I love to read, need to write and then share it all on my blog. Well, perhaps not all... maybe.

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