"This book isn't about raising kids. It's about raising Moms. . ." says author, speaker, blogger, lunch packer, and sidewalk chalk artist Becky Kopitzke. In a Pinterest-perfect culture, you've likely sensed an accelerated pressure to measure up. Then you either weigh yourself down with guilt or become resigneddesensitized, evento this so-called failure. The Supermom Mythwith humor and grace, yet all the while maintaining a firm grasp on realityaims to empower you to become the mom God created you to be. With 8 chapters, each personifying a "dirty villain" of motherhood, including The Grouch on the Couch (Anger), Worry Woman (Fear), and The Calendar Queen (Busyness), Kopitzke offers a gentle reminder to rest in the super power of our grace-filled God.
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About the Author
Becky Kopitzke is a freelance writer, speaker, singer, dreamer, potty trainer, lunch packer, snowman builder, and sidewalk chalk artist. She lives with her handsome husband and their two young daughters in northeast Wisconsin, where a pink indoor trampoline fills half the once formal living room.
Becky welcomes fellow frazzled moms to connect with her on her blog, Time Out: Devotions for Moms (beckykopitzke.com). There she shares weekly devotions encouraging imperfect moms to follow a grace-filled God. Becky is also a regular contributor to For the Family (forthefamily.org) and The MOM Initiative (themominitiative.com), two inspiring resources for Christian families. Beyond writing, Becky serves in women’s ministry and worship arts at her regional evangelical church and volunteers often at her daughters’ school. And sometimes she serves cereal for dinner.
Becky believes parenting is one of God’s greatest tools for building our faith, character, and strength—and it’s not always pretty. Her writing offers solidarity, encouragement, and validation for fellow imperfect moms, for the purpose of pointing our weaknesses, blessings, and victories to God.
Publishing credits include:
“Sick Break” and “Sometimes You Need to Do the Laundry” in Chicken Soup for the Soul: The Multitasking Mom’s Survival Guide (2014)
“Why I Date My Husband” in Chicken Soup for the Soul: Devotional Stories for Wives (2013)
“The Day I Started Acting My Age” in P31 Woman magazine’s “Everyday Life” online portion (2012)
“In the Company of Baby” First Place Winner—MOPS International Writing Contest, Timeless Truths category (2009)
Becky believes parenting is one of God’s greatest tools for building our faith, character, and strength—and it’s not always pretty. Her writing offers solidarity, encouragement and validation for fellow imperfect moms, for the purpose of pointing our weaknesses, blessings, and victories to God.
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The Super Mom Myth
Conquering the Dirty Villains of Motherhood
By Becky Kopitzke
Barbour Publishing, Inc.Copyright © 2015 Becky Kopitzke
All rights reserved.
WHO ARE THESE LITTLE PEOPLE (AND HOW DO I SEND THEM BACK)?
Giving birth is little more than a set of muscular contractions granting passage of a child. Then the mother is born.
Remember your first baby shower? Mine was quite an auspicious event. More than fifty women gathered in our church youth hall to usher me into the ranks of motherhood. Fellow newer-married and childless friends cheered me on in solidarity, relishing baby hopes of their own. I'm convinced now that the older women weren't really smiling so much as smirking.
Oh, that poor dear. She has no freaking clue what's coming.
Why didn't they speak up?!
I know why. It's the same paralysis of opinion that seizes me now whenever I see a friend's swelling belly and feel compelled to ooh and aah over the miracle of it all — those tiny fingernails and eyebrows and ear drums, actual working heart valves and kneecaps and kidneys and colons that are this very moment being formed inside a beautiful miniature human, which only a God of wonder could sculpt in such intricate detail. Babies are amazing. They're heavenly art.
So we tend to focus on the beauty and blessings of a dearly anticipated child, rather than the difficulties to come. After all, blessings make better memories. And pregnancy — first pregnancies in particular — may be one of the most sacred times in a woman's life. Why burst her bubble?
Thus I entered motherhood, wide-eyed as a calf to the veal factory. At my baby shower, like so many others, I indulged in doting attention from well-meaning ladies. I let them press their palms on my basketball girth. I grinned silly for their cameras. I licked pink frosting and cranberry punch from my bloated prego lips. Then I returned home in a Chevy SUV packed to the ceiling with loot — fleece sleepers, burp rags, bouncy seats, and bum cream.
I stocked duplicates of every supply necessary to care for a child. But I had no idea what it would require of me to raise one.
CHILDBIRTH IS JUST THE WARM-UP
Have you ever wondered why pregnant women spend so much time and energy preparing for labor? From the moment a pee stick confirms fertile seed, we become consumed with the best way to grow and deliver a baby.
We devour childbirth blogs, magazines, and the latest edition of What to Expect When You're Expecting. We research obstetricians, midwives, and doulas within a fifty-mile radius. We drag our husbands to awkward classes on Lamaze and water birth and the Bradley method — and he actually pays attention. As though the process of squeezing a child out of our hoo-haa is the Mount Everest of motherhood.
"Have you been practicing your breathing?" My husband peered over his book one night and pointed this question to me, the swollen heifer on the couch.
"Yes. Sort of." I shrugged.
"You should practice. They said breathing really helps."
"Yes." My mouth spread to a grin. "And so does having a husband who knows how to fetch ice chips and Popsicles." Like I had any appetite for Popsicles when the hour finally came. Phfft.
"You put the tennis balls in the suitcase, right?"
"I did. And the gum, and the magazines, and the lip balm."
"And the yoga CD?" The one prop we actually used.
"Yes. I think we're good to go."
My husband set his book in his lap and grabbed my fingers. "You're going to do great."
And I did — in childbirth. I was an outright champ. But if you're a mom, then you know labor and delivery are not the mountaintop challenges of parenting. That part is more like a sled hill, or an inclined driveway. Because in return for one or two days of pain and prodding, we earn an eighteen-year birthing process of another kind — our own.
And I don't know of a single class in the world that can prepare women for that.
DEAR LORD, WHY ARE HER EYES STILL OPEN?
In the hospital, I had no clue how much work the nurses did for me. Every so often they wheeled in a round-face newborn girl, bathed and swaddled, and all I had to do was feed her and stare — at her wispy orange hair poking out from a pink hand-knit cap, at her smooth button nose that so resembled mine. I fell instantly in love with this seven-pound creature, this stranger, the desire of my heart.
So after forty-eight hours as VIP guests in the third-floor birthing suite, my husband and I were eager to get home and do this parenting thang. How hard could it be? We'd both changed a diaper in the hospital — check. Our daughter had no trouble latching to my suddenly elastic teats — check. And based on our first two days of experience, our precious babe slept a good four hours at a stretch, so I looked forward to designing cutesy birth announcements between my own indulgent naps. Because, of course, naps were totally on my agenda — check.
On a sleeting early March afternoon, we lifted our daughter's Winnie the Pooh car seat carrier through the front door of our quiet three-bedroom ranch home — her home — and welcomed this child into our real, forever life.
And that's when she started wailing.
"What do you think she wants?" I shot a nervous glance at my husband and lifted our daughter from her carrier, watching her tongue vibrate inside a cavernous mouth. Think, think, I pep-talked to myself. The big three — diaper, hunger, gas. Or was it four? Oh, yes, sleepy. Maybe she's sleepy.
"Let's put her in the bassinet." My husband shifted immediately into male fix-it mode, God bless him. We shushed and snuggled our baby and tucked her in tight to the hand-me-down white lace bassinet that was to be her happy place for the next three months. Or so we thought.
What was I saying about us being overachieving planners? Heh, heh.
"Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails" (Proverbs 19:21).
For the next three or four (Or was it ten? Twenty?) weeks, our daughter refused to sleep in her bassinet. Or her crib. Or anyplace that was not Mommy or Daddy's arms. Suddenly this child who was so compliant for the nurses had decided sleep was an unnecessary detail, not only for herself but, consequently, for her desperate parents, too. Each time we attempted ever so carefully to lay her down and tiptoe away, within twenty minutes her eyelids would pop open and she'd start chirping, then crying, then screaming like a mini fire engine. For weeks on end. Did I mention that?
We tried everything — heartbeat sound effects, swaddling, warming the bassinet mattress with a heating pad. None of it worked. The only way my husband and I managed to catch any rest at all in those first days was by taking turns — one of us flopping on the king-size bed alone while the other reclined in a living room chair, sentenced to midnight channel surfing while our baby snuggled in the crook of a cozy, grown-up elbow.
Three days into this shocking routine, we took our daughter to her first doctor's appointment. "Please," I pleaded with the pediatrician, "you have to help us. She doesn't sleep! We haven't slept. What's wrong with this child? I didn't sign up for this!"
A slow, knowing grin cracked his face. "Every baby is different. Some sleep better than others." He shrugged. "Welcome to parenting!"
What? I think I actually felt the sucker punch hit my gut. That's it? No remedy, no explanation, no compassion for a panicked, crazy woman? He might as well have said, "Well, Mrs. Kopitzke, I'm terribly sorry you've been dealt a vampire child, but hey, suck it up and I'll see you next month for shots!"
That was the first moment I formulated the thought that would plague me often over the coming years.
What did I get myself into?
GOOD-BYE, HUSBAND — ENJOY YOUR NORMAL LIFE AT THE OFFICE
In addition to the inhuman exhaustion, those inaugural months of motherhood presented a series of further twists in our Perfect Parenting Plan. From jaundice to a pitiful milk supply to hormones rushing like white-water rapids, I sank deep into a river of disappointment and tears — mine, not the baby's.
Daily I would stand at the living room window with a pink bundle snuggled in my arms, salt water burning my eyes, and I'd lift a weak hand to wave. My husband waved back from the driveway, escaping to another day at work, another familiar routine involving hot coffee and adult conversation and an hour-long lunch break in which he was not tied to any living thing.
During one of those lunch hours, while on a diaper run to Target, my husband bumped into a dear friend of mine.
"How is Becky doing?" she asked.
Knowing the level and authenticity of kinship I shared with this woman, my husband let loose the truth. Darn, he probably needed somebody to talk to as much as I did, somebody to help him make sense of his weepy, neurotic wife. "Not so great," he said, and the two of them stood near the checkout sharing a heart-to-heart.
When he came home that evening and told me about his conversation with my friend, my spirits tanked. Not because my husband had revealed the ugly truth about our household, but because really? People I love are still out there just wandering the department store, enjoying normal life?
How can this be?
The world was spinning on without me.
And I had never felt so lonely.
WE ARE NOT ALONE
A year later, God brought me a phone call from this same friend as she sat at home with a three-week-old firstborn of her own.
"How are you doing?" I posed the question gently.
"Fine." The word shook from her mouth.
"No, really. How are you doing?"
Instantly her voice broke. She wept. I listened. I encouraged.
"You are not alone." I wanted to reach through the phone and bear hug her. "I know you feel isolated and sad, but that is normal and it will pass. I promise you, it will pass."
"Where is the joy?" This plea, the same desperate question I begged from God in my early months, swung toward me like a boomerang. "I thought there was supposed to be so much joy."
My heart ached for my friend, for me, for all the moms who were bamboozled into believing motherhood should be an emotional high. What if it's not? Does that mean there's something wrong with us?
"The joy is hidden," I told her, "but you will find it. I went through the very same thing."
"I know." She sniffled. "I remember. You were honest about what it was like for you, so I felt like I could talk to you about it."
And that's when God first planted this seed in my heart. Honesty is a ministry. I grew determined not to let another fellow mother within my influence believe she is alone or failing.
DON'T LIE TO ME
Not all mothers struggle alike. For me, the newborn season was shockingly hard. Others would gladly trade the toddler or teen years for another shot at those itty bitties.
If your baby hardly cried or snoozed through the night the first week home, or if you have no problem spinning cartwheels on two hours of sleep and every moment of caring for your children is filled with pure joy, then count your blessings and praise the Lord. Sincerely.
If your toddler never bucks your authority or spits out peas, never fights nap time or runs away from you in the Walmart parking lot, great. Consider yourself special.
If your school kids never test your patience, never talk back or beg for candy bars, super. If you enjoy the stomach flu and relish every page of homework stashed in the backpack to complete and sign, terrific!
And if eye-rolling attitudes, teen drama, and all the "Whatever, Mom" comments cast in your general direction do not faze you a bit, then rejoice! You are a rare mother indeed.
Because I am convinced such women are the minority. There are a lot more of us frazzled and frustrated moms of newborns, toddlers, first graders, and freshmen who do not have it all together and, sadly, assume everybody else does because women are not talking about it.
It's time we start being real with one another. Amen?
If you are ashamed of your struggles, look up. If you are unaware of your struggles or in denial that this book might apply to you, open your eyes. Throughout these pages I'm going to challenge you to consider, how are you doing in this area? Tell me anything good, bad, or ugly. But please, please, please — don't lie to me.
We're in this fight together.
Honesty binds us mom to mom, and it invites God to work from the inside out.
"You deserve honesty from the heart; yes, utter sincerity and truthfulness. Oh, give me this wisdom" (Psalm 51:6 TLB).
REDISCOVER THE JOY
So what happened between my husband's Target encounter and the pivotal phone call from my friend one year later? How did I regain perspective, sanity, and zeal for my role as a mom?
God showed up.
He walked with me through the fog until the clouds lifted and I saw Him showering blessings like none I'd experienced before. Motherhood is hard, no doubt. God still walks with me through the daily crud; He always will. But I'm convinced this parenting journey is also God's greatest tool for chiseling a raw and treasured woman into the masterpiece He sees within.
As my daughter grew, so did I. New challenges popped up every day, and I was constantly forced to a standoff with my own shortcomings. Children are demanding; moms are selfish. Children generate messes; moms hate to clean. Children get sick; I personally fear catching their germs. Children hamper our social lives, our sex lives, our work lives, and our innermost can-I-just-have-a-minute-to-live-inside-my-own-head-please! thought lives — if indeed you have any original thoughts left in your brain after a day spent wiping green beans off the floor and singing the VeggieTales theme song over and over and over again.
But, like so many of us, I persevered with God's help. I dug into the Bible for answers to my crankiness, my loneliness, my fatigue, and my fears. I prayed desperately for wisdom and guidance. I pocketed verses that fueled me through long and lonely hours. And as my husband and I celebrated first smiles, first steps, first words, and first birthday candles, we found ourselves living a new rhythm — one in which God's grace sets the tempo. Oh, how we needed Him then, and still do, every undie-changing, lunch-packing, boo-boo kissing day.
Eventually, God blessed us with another baby, the beloved little sister, whom we assimilated into our family adventure with struggles no less soul-stripping than the first. But the second time around, I possessed the gift of insight. God had shown Himself faithful, and I left my doors wide open for His grace.
Today my husband and I are raising two beautiful schoolage daughters, and they will be the first to tell you their mother is far from perfect. They've seen my impatience, fallen victim to my worries, withstood my hollering, and witnessed my meltdowns. They've even called me on the carpet a time or two, saying, "Mom, I think we need to ask Jesus to help you." You know it's not an award-winning parenting day when the kids bend a knee on your behalf.
Yet my children have also experienced my bottomless love and tender touch. They've listened to my lullabies and climbed into my lap, where I've wiped countless tears, read bookshelves full of stories, hugged away anxieties, and whispered enough "I love yous" to reach from our overstuffed recliner to heaven's very gate. I'll bet you have, too.
Underneath the chaos and frustrations of family life, we moms cherish our children to the core of our souls. Why is it so hard to show it sometimes? We get cranky, anxious, and overwhelmed. We're too busy, too tired, too ambitious, too distracted. We snap. We nag. We resent and regret, and on bad days we grant our children more pain than peace. How can we prevent those bad days from beating us down?
Think back for a moment to that sense of joy and gratitude you felt at your baby shower. Do you remember when motherhood was a dream come true and not a stressful, sweaty nightmare?
It is possible to reclaim that joy — for ourselves and for the sake of our children.
I've learned through experience, mistakes, prayer, wonderful mentors, and lots of Bible digging. First, identify your villains. Then, with God's strength, rise and conquer!
"God is our refuge and strength, an ever-present help in trouble" (Psalm 46:1).
INTRODUCING THE DIRTY VILLAINS OF MOTHERHOOD
Who are these "dirty villains" of motherhood? They're the ugly, sinful tendencies lurking within each mother, poised to take over our good senses and strike against our happy homes. These nasty alter-egos prevent us from enjoying our families and growing closer to God. Their evil powers include
unhealthy approaches to housework
If you've faced the dirty villains, you are in good company. All God-fearing women must strengthen their defenses against these beasts — because not a single one of us is immune.
"If we claim to be without sin, we deceive ourselves and the truth is not in us" (1 John 1:8).
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Table of Contents
Introduction: The Mom of My Daydreams 7
Chapter 1 Who Are These Little People (and How Do I Send Them Back)? 11
Chapter 2 The Grouch on the Couch 27
Chapter 3 Worry Much? 43
Chapter 4 But the Neighbors Are Doing It 59
Chapter 5 Just a Minute! 77
Chapter 6 Am I the Maid Around Here? 95
Chapter 7 Attack of the Zombie Mommy 113
Chapter 8 Not Tonight, Dear 127
Chapter 9 Martyr Mom Ain't No Good Guy 145
Chapter 10 Will the Real Superhero Please Save the Day? 161
Chapter 11 Release the Beautiful Mom Inside 175
Resources and Study Guide 187
About the Author 223
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I don't think I could recommend this book MORE! The author does a fantastic job of being real, relatable, and not hyper spiritual about the monumental task that mothers have. One of the most poignant things she talks about is how many mothers are pressured to downplay our struggles, to be disingenuous with our feelings either because of guilt, pressure to be perfect, or pressure we put on ourselves that things "shouldn't" be bothering us because of [insert spiritual platitude]. The author covers everything from over commitment, being a martyr, sex, helicoptering, comparing ourselves to others, and exhaustion. This is a book I plan to read more than once as it's got so many awesome truths and words of edification, encouragement, and challenge. At the end, the author reminds us that the REAL superhero is meant to be JESUS, not ourselves. Definitely takes the pressure off when we've got the right perspective. I received this book for free from Barbour Publishing in exchange for my review. They did NOT, however, ask me to like it or give a positive review. That was MY choice.
As a mom to three kids, I could relate to this author and the struggles we face as moms. This is a must read, filled with encouragement, insight and practical wisdom. I loved the humorous stories along with the truth of God's word throughout the book. Highly recommend for the moms in your life!
This book made me tear up in several places. It is empathetic and caring. It is a wise and gentle reminder of how to bring peace and sacredness to the mundane. I am grateful for this book.
The Super Mom Myth by Becky Kopitzke talks frankly about challenges of motherhood. Ms. Kopitzke names some “dirty villains” moms face. The Grouch on the Couch, Worry Woman, Fence Hopper, Calendar Queen, The Maid, Zombie Mommy, Weary Wife, and Martyr Mom are all described and dealt with in individual chapters. Each chapter begins with “evil powers” of the villain, attributes or characteristics that come to life when the “villain” is in charge. Right below that is a list of “kryptonite” for that villain, scripture verses to combat those tendencies. Ms. Kopitzke shares stories from her own days as a new mom as well as stories from her friends. These stories will make you laugh, some will make you cry, and others will make you think she has been a fly on the wall in your home. The thoughts expressed are intended to encourage moms of youngsters in their everyday lives. I wish I had been able to read some of these thoughts when I was a new mom. It took me years to figure out some of the information in this book. I would encourage moms of pre-teens to read this book. If you are looking for a book on how to deal with teenage angst, this book doesn’t specifically address those issues. It does lay a good foundation for your relationship with your children, however, so it could be helpful in a general way for teen years. I received a copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for my honest review.
I really enjoyed Becky Kopitze's book, The SuperMom Myth! This book described me to the tee, and I found myself laughing so often. The day before I started reading the book, my children had experienced the wrath of the, "Grouch on the Couch." You can only imagine my amazement when I learned there was a name for my weekly gripe sessions. LOL! In addition to being a Grouch on the Couch, my alter ego is definitely Worry Woman. When I am not worried, I am on control overdrive. Since reading the SuperMom Myth, I have been working more to CHILL OUT! If my children could meet Becky, they would ask her for autograph. A must read if you want to identity the issues that are draining the joy out of your motherhood.
Oh, Becky Kopitzke, where was this book when I was raising our daughter? With the writing of The Super Mom Myth, you have given mothers words of humor to help them get through the hard times; you have shared your heartfelt admissions of doubts that you should even be taking care of your children; you have offered both encouragement and assurance that God knew what He was doing when He made you a mother AND you have used God's Word to help mothers as they struggle to just keep going. It is this sharing of God's Word in such abundance that I especially love and I also appreciate that Kopitzke added discussion questions and application tasks for each of the eleven chapters in her book. I wish that I had had access to this book during my daughter's childhood because these fears and doubts have plagued mothers of every generation but I am now actively involved in the care of my twenty-two month old granddaughter so I know that this will be a valuable resource to share with my daughter. I recommend this for mothers (and grandmothers). It will be a blessing to you! I was given the chance to read this book in exchange for my honest review. Thank you Barbour Publishing.
I really enjoyed reading this book. I thought that the author had a very personable writing style that put me at ease while reading. I also liked the way the book was organized. It just made sense to me and I found it fun. There are plenty of humorous episodes to balance the serious issues being discussed, as well. Having had four children who have already passed through the baby and toddler years, there were some parts of this book that didn’t apply to my life. However, as I read these sections, I was happy to see that the suggestions made by the author about how to handle the stresses that come with having young children were things that I had discovered worked for my family and myself as we traveled through that time. There were other points that the book brought up that I gleaned some very good suggestions from for my current role as wife and mother. And the author backs everything up with verses from the Bible. That’s what it all comes back to and is the reason that I find this to be a good book for Christian women. It is based on the fact that God loves us and there are things we should be doing and things we should be watching out for. This book is a great guide. That being said, women who are not believers will probably not find this book to be relevant to their lives, as they will not enjoy everything coming back to the Bible and God. But, I do think this book could be very helpful to Bible believing families. I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
This book was spot on with giving parental guidance. It was funny, quoted great scripture and gave perfect advice. I loved how it also included marital advice. I am going to gift this book to my daughter who is expecting her first child. The insight is perfect!
I had high hopes for this book since super heroes are a big deal around our house. However, I found the book a bit of a let-down and just so-so. The premise was not what I expected from the title. The book ought to be called "Super Villains of Parenting" or something along those lines. Each chapter focuses on a "villain" trap we may fall into. Funny experiences are coupled with scripture insights. A couple complaints I have here: I'm not a fan of "new" Bible translations, I prefer the KJV translation. Second, I disagree on a few doctrinal points presented in the book. The book did make me stop and look at some of my parenting strategies and how I can give more to my kids, but it's not something I would read again. I was provided with a copy of the book by Barbour Publishing in exchange for an honest review. All opinions are my own.
An Important Message Delivered with humor and Wit Becky Kopitzke’s new book covers all the insecurities and guilt mother’s face in the form of 8 villains (Grouch, Fence Hopper, Calendar Queen etc.) and gives practical and biblical based advice on how to squash these villains that rob us of the true joy of motherhood. In our overscheduled, media centered, hectic lives, we often pursue a form of perfection that is unattainable and leaves moms exhausted. I found this book to be relatable, inspiring, and a gentle reminder to take a step back, look at the whole picture, and realize what is really important. The resources and study guide at the end are an added bonus.
The SuperMom Myth shares a message that will resonate with many mothers. Becky Kopitzke candidly shares her own motherhood experiences and those of others while offering practical tips and suggestions for “Conquering the Dirty Villains of Motherhood”. I enjoyed the humorous, heartfelt manner in which Kopitzke details the eight villains of motherhood. They include The Grouch on the Couch, Worry Woman, Fence Hopper, Calendar Queen, The Maid, Zombie Mommy, Weary Wife, and Martyr Mom. Parenting and spiritual applications are shared in each chapter, and discussion questions are included in the back of the book. While I didn’t agree with everything the author had to say, I did appreciate the overall message of The SuperMom Myth. I received a complimentary copy of this book in exchange for an unbiased review. All thoughts expressed are my own.
Dethroning Super Mom Becky Kipitzke takes on the challenge of dethroning "Super Mom" in her book The Super Mom Myth: Conquering the dirty villains of motherhood. Moms in todays culture find themselves doing the comparison game- trying to live up to the Norman Rockwell picture perfect family. Kipitzke takes the reader on a journey, describing eight villians of motherhood and how to overcome them: housework, comparison, fear, anger, busyness, neglecting ourselves, neglecting our husbands, and exhaustion. The beginning of each chapter lists the villian, the related evil power of the said villian, and the "kryptonite" or Bible verses that empowers or shows us the real truth. She does all of this in an easy, conversational, and humorous read. My only wish was that this book had made its appearance several years ago when my children were much younger as I saw myself having fallen victim to many of these villians back in the day! I received this book for free to review from Barbour Publishing's Review Crew.
Every mom should read this book. I am not a big reader of "self help" books, however, I found this book to be very encouraging. As a mom, I could relate to so many things. I was glad to see so many scriptural applications throughout the book. The back of the books contains questions that would be great for a small group. I personally would love to do this book as a small group with other moms. I can see this book being read again & again. I was provided this book by Barbour in exchange for my honest feedback.
Any type of mom can relate to this book...Becky Kopitzke offers great advice, funny anecdotes, and hits you right where it hurts--in a good way. Modern mothers definitely buy into this myth of the "super mom" and Becky gives the perfect words of wisdom to defeat those villains and listen to the words that God gives to us as mothers.
I loved this book! Who knew I had villains attacking me everyday as I raise my kids and clean my house and do all those other things us "super" moms do everyday. Becky hit home from page one. Each chapter was so well written and easy to understand, it all made perfect since, from page one all the way to the last page. Reading this book was like Becky's story of MY life. Now, not every villain rears its ugly head in my house like the others but she brought out so many things about motherhood I had never realized. Each chapter deals with a specific villain: The Grouch on the Couch--hint, hint (me) Worry Woman Fence Hopper Calendar Queen The Maid-- Me again :( Zombie Mommy Weary Wife Martyr Mom After Becky tackles all these villains and helps us to understand how they try to fight us. We get a glimpse at the real Super Hero, Jesus. This book has opened my eyes to so many things. I now can see some of my faults as well as awesome ways to help stave off these nasty villains. I can also see how God has made me just for this precious gift of being a mom and how he sees me everyday, precious and wonderful in the eyes of Jesus. I look forward to reading more form Becky. A must read for all moms. Thank you to Barbour Publishing for the chance to review this book. a positive review was not required.
I am an older mom whose children are grown but I still found this to be a wonderful book full of insights into how I can improve my relationships with family members and grow closer to God. Becky Kopitzke gives an honest and down to earth look at motherhood and the villains-Grouchy Mom, Worry Mom, Fence Hopper, Calendar Queen and others, we encounter along the way to getting our children to adulthood. I could see some of myself in every one of them. The Supermom Myth gives practical ways to overcome our villains along with scriptural references to deflate each one. I like the way the book is laid out with the scriptures at the beginning of each chapter as well as interspersed throughout the chapters. Single Mom? This book is for you also. While Becky Kopitzke is married and speaks from a parenting team standpoint I believe the scriptures and ideas presented apply to all moms. This is also an excellent book to be read with a friend or women’s group. There are discussion questions in the back to guide you through discussions of each chapter. I received a complimentary copy of this book for my review; this did not affect my honest opinion that this book should be read by all moms.
I can not begin to fully express how encouraged I was by this book. The author is so candid and witty I was delighted and had no problem holding my attention. Honestly, I was sucked into this book just like a good fiction. I couldn’t wait to finish and put the whole puzzle together and use it in my life. I never once felt like Becky was talking down to me, or thought I was stupid or weak minded. As a mother I do fall victim to many mental battles and snares. I love how the book is set up, in that I can go to the chapter for my struggle and right up front there’s a list of versus to look up and memorize. I never got bogged down or overwhelmed with information and tips. Short and straight to the heart, I find I can remember the book easier and find it to be more helpful that way. Before I even finished reading I found myself recommending this book to all my friends. I hope everyone finds it as helpful and refreshing as I did! * I received a copy of this book in exchange for review. I am however under no obligation to read or review, and my words are my own*
This book is definitely a must-read for all moms, with kids of all ages! The Supermom Myth author shares her real-life experiences, consequences and biblical resources applicable for the many common "mom issues", written with a great sense of humor. You'll laugh, cry and commiserate right along with her as the villains are identified throughout the book. I love how the book includes references to scripture to help keep us moms on track. This one's a keeper to re-read throughout the seasons of parenting, and a great gift for new moms.
I immediately connected with this book! Becky Kopitzke covers all the hot-button topics (the dirty villains) that moms struggle with: anger, worry, feeling like a failure, exhaustion, busyness and more. I love her transparency in her examples and how she gives practical advice that I could use immediately. The most important message in the book is that God gave me the job of mothering and He will give me what I need to not just "get by", but be a great mom, if I trust in Him and His strength. This is definitely one to read and re-read in different seasons of motherhood. I bought two extra copies to give to my friends!!