I’m Not Wonder Woman
I Have Weaknesses - But that's okay!
I am the youngest of 4 children. My oldest brother is five years older than me and then comes my brother and sister (twins) who are 3 years older than me. When we were little, the twins and I would play super heroes. There were the Wonder Twins. Remember those? Zan, the boy twin, could turn himself into anything made of water and the girl, Jayna, could turn into any animal. I always wanted to be one of the Wonder Twins. But, sadly, my brother and sister, who were actually twins, got to be them and then they made me be Wonder Woman.
Now that I’m older, I think Wonder Woman is the greatest! She has those bracelets that reflect bullets, the lasso of truth, and of course, the invisible plane (how could she ever find it if it’s invisible and why did she need it if she could fly without it? hmmm?). Anyways…Wonder Woman was the strongest, smartest woman that could do just about anything.
I still think Wonder Woman is the best, but I have come to the conclusion that I am not, and never will be, her. I used to try to do it all. I drove myself crazy trying to be the best at everything. You know what, I’m not. I have weaknesses. I’m not Wonder Woman.
I think that it’s okay to admit that you have weaknesses. If you can’t admit that, you’re just fooling yourself. I’m a good baker, but I will never be a gourmet chef. I can keep my house clean and looking nice, but I’m no Martha Stewart. I like to be with my kids, but sometimes I need a break. I’m good at Math, but have difficulty with Grammar. Sometimes I need help and that’s okay.
I used to think that it wasn’t okay to ask for help or to use text books, for that matter. I used to be a public school teacher and didn’t use text books very much. I did, they just weren’t my main tool for teaching. As our oldest son is getting older, I’ve conceded that I need text books to teach him. I just can’t do it on my own like I could when he was younger. And you know what? That’s okay. I need to realize where I need help and do what’s best for him.
I have come to the conclusion that I’m okay being me. My family loves me for who I am, faults and all. God has molded me to be who I am today and He continues to mold me along the way. I need to accept who I am, work on my weaknesses, and use my strengths to be the best wife, mother, daughter, sister, and friend that I can.