Since I have decided it is better for my mental health to remove myself from any type of social media and costs associated with them, I am shutting this group down. In order to do so I must remove all members manually. Remember it's not you it's me. I am the reason for this "breakup". Stay Super!

Some days feel productive Some days feel messy And some days just surviving feels like the biggest win But here’s something every mom needs to hear: You are doing better than you think. The meals you made (even the quick ones) The hugs you gave The patience you tried to have (even if it wasn’t perfect) The fact that you showed up again, That matters more than you realize. We don’t always see the impact in real time But our love, our presence, our effort, it’s shaping everything. You don’t have to be a perfect mom. you just have to be a present one. And even on the hard days, you’re still her, you’re still showing up. That’s what makes you a SuperMOM What’s one small win you had today? Let’s celebrate it together

🌟 Mini-Goal Wednesday 🌟 Instead of a giant to-do list, let’s focus on ONE thing that will make us feel amazing by Friday. 💪 ✨ What’s your mini-goal this week? It could be something for your home, your work, your health, or just for YOU. Let’s put it out there, hold ourselves accountable, and cheer each other on! 🎯💖 👇 Drop yours in the comments — and let’s make it happen together! Many blessings! 🥰

💔✨ The Silent Love of a Mother ✨💔 No one really prepares you for the shift… When your children grow up, spread their wings, and no longer need you in the same way. It’s not just the quiet house. It’s the quiet in your heart. The space between who you were to them… and who you are now. Being the mom of adult children means: ❤️ Smiling while they take flight, even as something inside you aches. ❤️ Staying silent when you see mistakes, though your hands long to guide. ❤️ Loving them discreetly—through meals you prepare, photos you treasure, and prayers whispered every night. It’s a love that doesn’t fade. It simply learns to wait— in silence, in faith, in hope. 🌷 To all the moms navigating this season: your love still holds everything together. Even if it’s from a distance. 💞 👉 Moms, how have you learned to adjust as your kids grew up? Many blessings! 🥰

It’s an interesting job. We all do it differently. A friend recently told me to stop being my adult child’s friend and be his mom. First, I am not his friend. Second, just because we parent differently doesn't mean I'm wrong. I gave birth to the boy who was born with a pressure face (Dr said prupke, I saw blue). I've raised him through the good, the bad and the ugly. I always love him. I like who he chooses to be. Even though he is my roommate, I do not feel, it is my job to provide tough love at this time. There's so much to the story and I don't believe in tough love for every day, only in extremes. Perception is interesting. I’ll consider what I was told but in the end, it’s my choice. Nobody else is my child's mother