I wanted to call this post I know best, but thought it might be a bit too presumptuous. So, I disguised myself as a Mother. Which I am. Since getting this honorary title, I have discovered it comes with so many responsibilities. The famous line from J.F.K. comes to mind, somewhat altered though: “ask not what your children can do for you, ask what you can do for your children.” Let me tell you, I’ve been asking myself this very question since discovering I was pregnant. 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. Just now I am making lunch and writing this blog. Nothing to brag about think all the Mums out there. Multitasking is what we do, without even thinking about it. I am a Master of everything; knowing the answers to every why and how, because my toddler doesn’t seem to grasp: “I don’t know” and on the few occasions I used it, I got a sad who killed my puppy look, so I made up an answer. I read stories a hundred times, dress everyone, know where every needed item is, carry enormous amounts of stuff for long periods of time and am still able to hold my daughter’s hand. I can fix almost all bruises with just a kiss, while being able to determine when it’s time to see a doctor. I’ve learned that some aches can be better fixed using natural remedies, how to fix them, still having trouble administrating them. On top of it all I always offer warm hugs, long kisses and encouraging words.

But all these tasks often have me wondering 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? I am not saying hubbs is not there and doing everything too. There’s so much to be done with two small kids. It’s just that we women tend to take too much on, not ask for help and expect from ourselves to know it best. We do, I know, but sometimes I am wondering if that’s more of a curse than a blessing :). I admit I’ve got too much going on, by nighttime I can barely keep my eyes open and wish my girls would put me to sleep and then do whatever they want.

I am at a crossroad. I don’t want my girls to think they have to do it all in life, but I also don’t want to let them down. I like them thinking I am sort of a hero. Something has to give. They need to find a balance in life – no need for wonder women who lose it in their mid-thirties. I am going to show them who I am. I don’t have all the answers, I can follow a recipe, I read books and google stuff I don’t know, learn as I go along, have bad days when I can read one story just three time… 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. How great will that be when I already know it all :).