By Glenn A. Hascall
A woman admits to being unable to cope with life as a Super Mom and in the 
  process 
  discovers what she must do to be an effective mom. Going it alone is no longer 
  an option. 
Three women. Cathy, Colleen and Barb (The lines of Colleen and Barb can be removed to make this a monologue)
(Setting: A support group)
CATHY: My name is Cathy and I have a confession to make, I'm a recovering Super Mom.
 
It all started a few years ago when my first child, Sara, was born. My
husband told me
 
things would change and that I might not be able to get as much done as
I used to.
 
Well, that was enough for me. I determined that this mom would show everyone
just how
 
much I could do.
 
I admit, midnight feeding and round the clock diaper changing marathons
kept me going, but
 
I refused to crack.
COLEEN: I've been there too.
(General agreement in group)
 
CATHY: That's when I started letting go of some things that I thought no
one would notice.
 
I was too tired to get up and read my Bible, and then my life was such
a blur of activity I
 
found it hard to get my mind focused enough to pray. But I persevered and
continued to try
 
and prove to everyone that I could handle it.
BARB: But you couldn't do it.
 
CATHY: (Shakes her head no) My husband noticed subtle changes. I was more
irritable. I
 
blamed it on a child with colic. Then I started getting impatient with
Sara. I blamed it on an
 
attitude problem - hers, not mine. Then I started blaming my husband for
wanting children in
 
the first place. He didn't have any idea what it was like to be me. So
much to do - so little
 
time. That's when he reminded me that I had told him that I could handle
this by myself - all
 
of it.
COLEEN: The old "I told you so speech, huh"
CATHY: Had I actually said that? What possibly made me think I could do it all? Alone!
 
You know I remember hearing my grandfather talk about taking baths on Saturday's
when
 
he was a child. The entire family would take a bath once a week - using
the same bath
 
water.
 
I often wondered if my grandfather ever felt as if he needed a bath more
than once a week.
 
I know it sounds rude, but I wonder if he ever smelled like Saturday morning
on Wednesday
 
afternoon.
(Women look at Cathy not sure where she's going with this)
I know, you're wondering what an old fashion bath tradition has to do with me, right?
BARB: Well, it had crossed my mind.
CATHY: The truth is my spiritual life smelled less like roses and more like stinkweed.
 
So, I finally made a decision to get back to taking regular spiritual baths.
Reading God's
  Word, praying and spending time with other Christian moms. 
COLEEN: Like us.
 
CATHY: (Points to the women) Like you. And it's made a world of difference.
I'm not as
 
irritable, I'm more patient. And I have a much better attitude.
 
I'm learning that God doesn't want for us to go it alone as mom's and He
certainly doesn't
 
want us to try to be Super Mom's because by trying to be that kind of mom,
we are saying
 
we don't need help. God's or anyone else's for that matter.
BARB: That's something else we've all done.
COLEEN: I know I have.
 CATHY: Don't get me wrong - I'm still a very busy mom. I still change diapers, 
  I still cook 
  meals. It's just that now I know that there has to be a pretty liberal mommy 
  maintenance 
  program for me - my family is better for it and so am I. 
    
 The Busyness Thing 
 
(To the tune - My Favorite Things)
  By Glenn A. Hascall 
 
Noses and diapers
 
And things that need wiping
 
PTA letters
 
And notes that need typing
 
Dishes are calling
 
And so are my friends
 
I move through the house like a hurricane wind
 
Sure there was Mary
 
But what about Martha
 
Scurry and hurry
 
Round her home and hearth, "Uh
 
Jesus tell Mary
 
To start helping out"
 
The Master's reply left little to doubt
 
Slow down and sit down
 
And stop all your rushing
 
Mary is quiet
 
Her spirit is hushing
 
Martha, dear Martha
 
You want what is best
 
Oh, come to the quiet and in My love rest.
 Oh, so busy 
  In a tizzy 
  What am I to do? 
  Remember the story of Martha and Mare. 
  Then change your outlook too. 
    
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Copyright Glenn A.Hascall, all rights reserved. This script may be used free of charge, provided no charge is made for entry. In return, the author would appreciate being notified of any performance. He may be contacted at glenn.hascall<a>gmail.com