Navigating the art of life

About The Robomom

So what exactly is a robomom, you ask? Well, to be honest, my son actually coined the term for me. And after a few moments, it started to take a hold. I mean, really, when you think about it, ROBOMOM!. It exudes a sort of powerful super natural strength to it. And really, what could be further from a super hero than a mom? Aside from the boring robo part, where we cook/clean/wipe butts and repeat, we really do a heck of a lot more…
How to know if you are a robomom, a.k.a. super hero….
According to wikipedia, the Definition of a super hero is a type of character possessing “extraordinary or superhuman powers”… these powers are listed below.
  • “Extraordinary powers and abilites, relevant skills…”
I would have to say that the ability to single handedly act as a plumber, writer, lover, designer, mother, gardener, housekeeper, chef, therapist, personal assistant, herbalist, interior designer, philosopher, professional shopper, janitor, and social media maven would qualify oneself as having super powers.
  • “A strong moral code, including a willingness to risk one’s own safety in the service of good without expectation of reward.”
Ever stepped on a lego while carrying laundry bags and simultaneously trying to block out the screaming whines of little beings you have birthed? Let me go a step further and ask if you ever once received or even conceived of a reward? Enough said.
  • “A motivation, such as a sense of responsibility.”
The fact that you only have one shot at this “mom” thing and that innate nagging that every move your kid makes reflects on you and on the entire nation. Or how about being held captive by that annoying voice in your head as your kid has a tantrum on the supermarket floor, and it keeps saying to you…”You are a bad mom. No, you are a good mom. Everybody is looking at you. They all know you can’t control your kid…” Yup. I’d call that responsibility.
  • “A secret identity that protects the superhero’s friends and family from becoming targets of his or her enemies.”
Each one of us has our own. My secret identity evolved just after my first child. My body took on an unrecognizable shape, strange lines began to form on my face and grayish silvery streaks started to sprout out of my once full head of hair. My college friends who now have kids have formed what they call unidentifiable markings on their bodies, stains on their teeth from coffee overload, and dark things under their eyes they refer to as “bags”…
  • “A distinctive costume, often used to conceal the secret identity.”
My costume is usually sweat pants and a hoodie, soft, comfortable clothes that stretch in the waist line. However, I have seen it take on many forms like mom jeans, and, dare I say it? Holiday sweaters.
  • “A supporting cast of recurring characters.”
Believe me when I tell you my cast are not super supportive, but they are most definitely “characters”.
  • “A number of enemies that he/she fights repeatedly.”
I have repeatedly fought with a number of supervillains including but not limited to: Rodents, gray hairs, failed pinterest recipes, hairy legs, sticky shirts, angry husbands, whining kids, bugs, mold and gravity.
  • “A headquarters or base of operations.”
My headquarters is what I secretly refer to as my home.
My son coined the term “robomom” for me, and that was when I thought to myself, “hey, if he thinks you have super powers, why argue with a child?”┬áIf you are a Robomom as well, I would love to hear your tips and stories on what makes you a robomom! Send me an email or leave a comment and I will gather up a Robomom of the month to be featured here! Let’s celebrate our super powers ladies!!!

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