A mother's job is an endless list of many different things.

Moms Are Superwomen In Disguise

When your mom was pregnant with you, she did not realize she would be called "mom" and "superwoman."


When someone says the word "superwoman," we think of a character in an action movie. We think of the powerful character that is swinging from building to building around the town, defending the people below.

However, I do believe there are real "superwoman" in our everyday lives. I would like to call my mom, "superwoman."

Why do I give her that name?

I give her that name because, from the moment I came into this world, my mom was the "superwoman" for her children. She was the doctor, nurse, cuddle buddy, fashion designer, hair stylist, make-up artist, chef, friend, and lastly, mother. Her job was many, many different things. Not just ONE thing.

When we were sick, she took care of us.
When we got a cut or bruise, she knew how to make it better.
When we needed someone to hold us, she would hug us tightly in her arms.
When we needed a cute outfit, she would find something for us to wear.
When we wanted to change our hairstyle, she would help make it to how we wanted.
When I wanted a make-over she would teach me how to put make-up on.
When we wanted to eat, she was the chef in the kitchen.
When we needed someone to play outside with us, she was there.
When we needed someone to talk to, she was there.
As you can see, the list keeps going.
Most importantly, my mom was our "superwoman."

Being a kid, I never really realized all that my mom did. Each and every day she did a million different jobs to keep a smile on our faces.

She never complained, even when I asked her to watch my cartwheels for hours at a time.

She always did everything with a smile.

As I grew older, I realized I was beyond lucky. My mom really was superwoman! She always had the best answers – even when I did not want to listen to them.

During my teenage years, I remember being angry about not being allowed to do whatever I want. I remember being mad at my parents for the smallest things now looking back. But what I did realize was that my mom was there for everything I ever needed.

There was not one single day she turned her back.

Not everyone may relate to this specific situation, however, each and every woman or man can find that ONE "superwoman" in their lives. For some, you may be your own "superwoman" and that is perfectly okay. Keep being you!

The "superwoman" instincts are not taught, they are learned. Many different women all around the world try to be the best version of superwoman for their own children. If they do not have any children, they build the best superwoman version of themselves as time goes on.

The importance of being able to care for the world, care for your family, adapt to different situations and everyday jobs is very important.

Thank you to my "superwoman" mom for making me into the woman I am today. I hope I can be as amazing as you when I am a mother one day.

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To The Dad Who Didn't Want Me, It's Mutual Now

Thank you for leaving me because I am happy.

Thank you, for leaving me.

Thank you, for leaving me when I was little.

Thank you, for not putting me through the pain of watching you leave.

Thank you, for leaving me with the best mother a daughter could ask for.

I no longer resent you. I no longer feel anger towards you. I wondered for so long who I was. I thought that because I didn't know half of my blood that I was somehow missing something. I thought that who you were defined me. I was wrong. I am my own person. I am strong and capable and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

In my most vulnerable of times, I struggled with the fact that you didn't want me. You could have watched me grow into the person that I have become, but you didn't. You had a choice to be in my life. I thought that the fact that my own father didn't want me spoke to my own worth. I was wrong. I am so worthy. I am deserving, and you have nothing to do with that. So thank you for leaving me.

You have missed so much. From my first dance to my first day of college, and you'll continue to miss everything. You won't see me graduate, you won't walk me down the aisle, and you won't get to see me follow my dreams. You'll never get that back, but I don't care anymore. What I have been through, and the struggles that I have faced have brought me to where I am today, and I can't complain. I go to a beautiful school, I have the best of friends, I have an amazing family, and that's all I really need.

Whoever you are, I hope you read this. I hope you understand that you have missed out on one of the best opportunities in your life. I could've been your daughter. I could have been your little girl. Now I am neither, nor will I ever be.

So thank you for leaving me because I am happy. I understand my self-worth, and I understand that you don't define me. You have made me stronger. You have helped make me who I am without even knowing it.

So, thank you for leaving me.

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Blocking Toxic Family Members Can Be Just What You Needed

It isn't an easy choice but it can be the most rewarding.


I haven't written for the Odyssey in quite some time due to this large issue in my life that I feel some people may also need to hear. Watching your parents go through a divorce can be difficult in itself, but what about having to remove one of your parents from your life at the same time? It's something I don't think many people could imagine doing. However, sometimes you are forced into the position between choosing what is best for your mental health or what is expected of you. For me, I realized that I needed to put myself first.

I realized that I am my own person. How I present myself and how I act and what I choose to believe in is how the world perceives me. I was faced with a parent who did not let me be who I am. The way I thought had to be in line with theirs. What I openly spoke about had to be in line with that parent's thoughts. This also, in turn, meant I had to revolve how I was perceived to the world around that parent's family. I had to abide by these societal norms and do what someone else expected of me. I realized that was ludicrous.

This parent was also abusive. They were toxic and manipulative and I could not stand idly by and just take that from them while also trying to become an independent young adult. I was forced to sit and watch one of my parents transform into someone I didn't recognize anymore. I had to watch them ignore any kind of reality checks and continue to feign innocence. I watched one of my parents mentally manipulate people I once called family into believing lies. I kept my head down and shut my mouth and kept taking the abuse. Now I'm at a point where I can confidently say that I am no longer afraid.

I was forced to cut ties with a parent that raised me, cared for me, attended school functions, fixed toys, bought me my first phone. I was forced to chuck out priceless memories for my own sanity. I could not sit idly by and allow myself to endure one more second of lies or abuse. I had to stand up for myself for once in my life and I blocked most of my family. I blocked cousins, aunts, uncles, and godparents. I changed my phone number that I had since 6th grade. I gave no warning and disappeared from my family's lives. Do I have regrets? No. I would do it again if I had to because I am so much stronger than sitting there and taking it.

I will have one less parent at my college graduation, which I am fighting so hard to achieve. I will have one less parent at my wedding. My future children will have one less grandparent. I mope in these thoughts but then I have to remember the other side of things. I will not have an unsupportive parent at my graduation and instead will have those that were there every step of the way. I will lack someone who was toxic at my wedding. My future children will never have to face the same abusive, toxic situations that my parent put me through. It was a difficult decision to make but one that I know in my heart is worthwhile.

Cutting a family member out of your life is difficult enough but cutting a parent is unimaginable. However, no one deserves to go through abusive situations. It shouldn't matter who the person is; if someone is treating you less than you deserve to be treated, they have no use being in your life. You should always be your first priority. You should never have to endure something for the sake of others. I am here to tell you that you are more than that and that cutting out a family member could actually be the best thing for you, even if it's incredibly difficult. I did it and I'm still here. It made me realize who my real family was, and there will never be enough thank you's in the world to show my mother just how much I appreciate her.

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