I am not superwoman.

Since I was a child, I've heard people say that I was weak. People said I was too pampered, sheltered, and that I would never survive the harsh realities of life. I rely on my Mom and I rely on people. I'm immature and I'm childish. I am this and I am that.

I was weak. I was pampered. I was sheltered. I thought I would never survive the harsh realities of life. I relied on my Mom and I relied on people. I was immature and I was childish. I was this and I was that.

Keyword is was.

Recent events had me thinking and I realized, somewhere between leaving home the first time, getting involved in an abusive relationship, becoming dirt poor that I had to pawn all jewelries to make ends meet and have food on the table, bringing my son into this world, and falling apart ... I have changed. Somewhere along the way, I became someone strong. Yes, strong.

Deep inside, I now know that I can do things that I never thought I could. I am no longer afraid of doing things that would have sent me over the edge before. I now have that inner strength I used to covet.

I'm a slightly better person with room for improvement. For my son, I now know that I can be strong and I will be strong. He needs me. Somewhere in this world, I have a son who relies only on Mommy and for him, Mommy will be strong and Mommy will survive this new storm brewing in.

Hurtful things were said and heard accidentally .... and from those hurts, I will get my strength. I've been on ground zero before. I've raised myself from that place. I know I can survive; if not for my son but for myself.

I may not be superwoman but I can be super me.

Share this:



  1. That's one of my concerns for my kids. They live such sheltered lives. By the time they grow up, they might not be able to adjust to the up's and down's of the real world.