This is how we do it, yeah, this is how we do it, baby

Sometimes, you – you of your sweet misperceptions and complimentary thoughts – sometimes you will say things to me that are so misguided I feel fraudulent acting grateful for your niceties. There are themes, and variations, but in one form or another sometimes you say,

“I don’t know how you do it.”

I would like to guffaw, if I knew exactly how to do so. I would like to look over my shoulder in wonder – who, exactly, is this powerful ‘you?’ I would like not to be rude, but neither to be disingenuous.

I would like to say with grace: “you’re kind.” Or: “thank you.”

Those words are hard to say because we all have our _____ (fill in the blank) to juggle, and I’m succeeding no more nor no less than you. There is only one difference between us: my _____ aren’t undefined. They’re small children, three of them, loud and vivacious and prone to running in three equidistant directions. They’re two careers, the lovely husband’s and mine. They’re visible to you, and so you wonder.

What are your _____, if I may be so bold? I know you have them. None of us are superwomen.

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Tomorrow I’ll tell you a story. I’ll show you how we do it. If I had a cape, I probably couldn’t even find it in this house. Thank you for thinking I’m doing something special. But I’m not, I promise. And tomorrow, I will show you.

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