Letting Go of Superwoman: Beginning the Process

Superwoman graphicI was at one of my routine doctor appointments last year, pregnant with Levi. After hearing the baby’s heartbeat and finishing the exam, my doctor, who was now seeing me through my third (and final) pregnancy, asked me how I was doing, how I was feeling about life and motherhood and work and all the other commitments I have.

She has known me for several years, since the time before I took a tenure-track job, when I was just writing my dissertation. She is in her late 50s/early 60s and is the best doctor I’ve ever had (Shane even told her that he wishes she could be his doctor!).

I guess I looked stressed out or overwhelmed—I don’t know. But before I knew it, words and tears and emotions came gushing out, like water from an unmanned fire hydrant.

I feel guilty, this is what I told her.

Guilt in regards to my children: about being a working mom; about not being there at some of their school events; about not taking them to or picking them up from school because I have an hour commute each day; about being so tired when I’m home; about being on my computer too much; about working too much from home; about not being present when I’m with them; about yelling or screaming or being unforgiving.

Guilt.

Guilt in regards to my job: about having a family; about having children that prevent me from being as productive as some other of my colleagues; about living so far away.

Guilt.

Guilt in regards to my husband: about him having to fill so many of the typical “motherhood” roles, such as doing the laundry, doing the dishes, putting the kids to bed, or carting the kids to and from school each day, particularly when he did not ask for that or expect it (he is wonderful!); about every conversation we have being about tenure; about being so exhausted in the evening that I fall asleep during a movie we’re watching together; about him being the go-to parent so much of the time; about not having time to go out on dates (which we love to do); about being stressed, mean, rude, and selfish.

Guilt.

Guilt in regards to my sisters, family, and friends: about not keeping in touch better; about not being there more when I want to be; about taking forever to send thank-you cards, or not even sending them at all; about not seeing them as often as I like; about not noticing when they are struggling or going through a hard time; about not calling to say hi.

Guilt.

Guilt in regards to my house: about its messy state; about the clutter.

Guilt.

Guilt in regards to my role as a preacher’s wife: about not being able to teach Bible class because I have no time to prep; about not cooking a homemade meal each week for potluck; about not signing up for nursery duty because my husband needs me to be in there listening and supporting him as he preaches; about not fitting the typical preacher’s wife role (whatever that is); about being shy.

Guilt.

Guilt in regards to my body: about being overweight; about using food to stifle my emotions; about not having time to exercise; about my body changing through 3 pregnancies and 2 c-sections.

Guilt.

Guilt in regards to my relationship with God: about not praying or reading the Bible as often as I desire; about going for weeks without even talking to God; about wondering who God is; about doubt, doubting certain things I grew up believing but that I now question.

Guilt.

About everything.

Thinking and talking through many of the ways I was feeling guilty didn’t take too long (she is a busy doctor after all). When I was done, she said she understood. But she also told me to stop. Stop feeling so guilty about things. Just stop, she said. Stop feeling guilty about not living up to my own or society’s  expectations of what makes a good mom, wife, employee, or friend. She pointed out that I wasn’t Superwoman; no woman is. And, yet, we all think we need to be her in order to be loved, admired, respected, or valued.

Her words resonated with me. I went home from the doctor feeling better. I resolved not to feel guilty. My children love me, my husband loves me, my parents love me, my friends and family love me.

I can give up my perfectionist tendencies. I cannot do it all; I am not Superwoman. I can just be myself—that’s all I can be. But I don’t have to feel guilty anymore.


  • Hollie McCoslin

    Kara,

    I can relate to a lot of this blog. I tell people all the time that one of my downfalls is “As hard as I try, I am not superwoman.” I run myself ragged trying to live up to her powers that I will never be able to uphold. Thanks for reminding me that it is important for me to be the person I am and to just be myself.

    P.S. I can only imagine how SUPERWOMAN I would have to be if I had kids to add to my so-called crazy life. :)

    • kealex02

      I’m glad you can resonate. I guess it boils down to me being a people-pleaser and not wanting to disappoint anyone. But I can only do so much!

      P.S. And don’t forget about the husband/marriage; that can add a lot, too! Ha!

  • AnitaJ

    Kara~I am SO enjoying your blog!  These are feelings that all moms feel at some point.  My 3 day-a-week job leaves me feeling like this some times.  I can only imagine what your job commitment is like.  A long time ago, I heard Beth Moore talk about guilt and came to the conclusion that guilt is from Satan.  He is trying to get in your head and make you feel like you’re not good enough.  You are good enough!  God has the perfect plan for you and you are a superwoman!!!  So proud of you!

    • http://www.kpoealexander.com/ Kara Poe Alexander

      Thanks for the encouragement, Anita. I don’t know if it’s from Satan, but I do know that it isn’t healthy to wallow around in guilt, especially when I haven’t done anything “wrong” per se. One of my friends told me after she read my post, “Guilt is a feeling that God can’t use.” I hadn’t thought of it that way before. Thanks for reading!