Contrary to popular belief, CONFESSIONS OF SUPER MOM is not my autobiography. I am not, in real life, a crime fighting superhero. (Or so I tell people.)
I am, however, a mom. A mom of a certain age, who has reached a point in her life where she can see the light at the end of the tunnel - the day when her children will leave home, start their own lives. And who, as a result, has had to ask herself, "What happens, then? Who am I, if I'm not 'The Mom?'"
I had two choices: I could curl up in a fetal position, weeping over my boys' baby books, or I could figure out what I wanted to be when I grow up. So I decided to write - and not only to write, but to write about a woman in a similar place. And thus, the newest superhero - a "superhero for the Swiffer Generation" - was born.
Birdie Lee is a lot like me; a lot like the women I know. She's working hard to take care of her family. She loves her children, is proud of what she's accomplished as a mother and content with that. But to her surprise, the rest of the world doesn't really think it's much of an achievement.
But when she suddenly is thrust into a new chapter of her life - as a superhero, a Super Mom - she gets to show the world that being a mother has given her super strength, strength she can use to fight the most sinister super villains, strength that shows her just how powerful she is, and has always been. But there's a catch. These powers are hers only if she forces herself to look forward, not back. In other words - not curled up in a fetal position, clutching her children's baby books. Only then can she look forward to an exciting, powerful future.
I've been so blessed by the reception of mothers everywhere to CONFESSIONS OF SUPER MOM. Divorced mothers, young mothers, older mothers, working mothers, stay-at-home mothers - even stay-at-home dads; they've all taken the time to let me know how much the book has meant to them. And I'm so excited to be able to continue the story in SUPER MOM SAVES THE WORLD; I hope to honor all these fabulous women who have to juggle a slew of secret identities, just like Birdie does. With varying degrees of success, true; but no one is perfect. Not even a superhero.
So thank you for stopping by. I hope you enjoy both CONFESSIONS OF SUPER MOM and SUPER MOM SAVES THE WORLD. And remember - you don't need a cape to be a superhero. All you need is a child's report card, or a stick-figure drawing stuck up on your refrigerator.
Or a stash of chocolate hidden in the cabinet, where your children can't get to it. (Um, not that I know anything about that.)
Love,
Melanie