This is my first blog post. I have debated what to write about for some time. I decided to tell you why I picked the title for my blog. I am a self proclaimed Super Mom. I hadn't planned on being a one. In fact, I remember the brat that I was 20 years cringing at the thought of having a child. I remember telling my home economics teachers what a waste of time her classes were because I wasn't going to be a homemaker. Funny how things turn out. I grew up with a Super Mom so I knew how to do it. After I got married I was a terrible housewife. Then when I got pregnant I realized someone would be calling me mom. My mom didn't do those things for me because she had to. She made memories. Good memories. I wanted my child to have good memories. Great memories. At some point I remembered the class party from 3rd grade. My mom was not room mother that year. Instead of goody bags we were given Cousin It dolls made from 2 liter Coke bottles and yarn. I remember that doll to this day. I am scarred for life. Needless to say I have been room mother for my son's class every year so that he has not had to face the same horror that I did 30 years ago. Anyway, I have always taken things to an extreme so I have taken being a Super Mom to an extreme. Most people would think I am going overboard by making meals with colored themes and shapes on holidays but my son will always remember that about me. Although he is 9 years old now and no longer carries shapes sandwiches in his lunch box to school he still enjoys them at home. My nieces still get a kick out of shaped pancakes. We are always making something together and we are always making memories at the same time. If you don't think I am a Super Mom just ask my son he will be glad to tell you.