When the kids are off to school and baby is sleeping, we debate, shall we clean or shall we sleep?
The devil sits on both shoulders with a warm heart in each hand and on some days we keep pushing and other days we sit idle.
Sometimes we cry out of exhaustion, sometimes we laugh at the beautiful disaster.
But at the end of the day we are tired.
Upside down, holding the world upon my head and shoulders, I see there is way more to do than I realized upright with mop in hand.
When we finish the work, we are not super, we are women.
Strong yet soft,
Fierce yet sweet,
Yet vulnerable heart.
We are woman.
Do not call me super,
Call me woman!