Seven Good Reasons Not to Read My Book

Have you snagged your copy of The SuperMom Myth yet? If you have, thank you. I hope you love it. If you haven’t picked it up, well, it occurred to me that although I wrote this book with every mom in mind, it still might not be right for everyone. Here are seven woeful considerations that might prevent you from buying my book.

1. You don’t have any problems. If you never get angry, impatient, worried, exhausted, jealous, crazy, or overextended, then never mind. This book does not apply to you.

2. You prefer to believe you’re alone in this world. You’re an island, gosh darnit—and you like it that way. You don’t need anybody to tell you you’re normal or loved or stronger than you think, or to walk alongside you or pick you up when you fall. Okay. Fair enough. Don’t read my book.

3. You hate to laugh. Or cry. Or engage in any sort of self-examination from the inside out. Keep those emotions bottled up inside, then, girl. Don’t you dare pick up my book.

4. You’re afraid of change. Sure, you’ve got some issues, but hey, it’s safer to wallow in them than to risk changing into somebody better and more blessed than you are today, right? You probably shouldn’t read my book. Change is scary.

5. Your children don’t need you. Aha—if your kids are older, you might be tempted to think this is the case, and I suppose you could go right ahead and keep on thinking that. I mean, how could it possibly benefit you to consider that no matter their age or stage, your kids need you to be the best version of yourself you can possibly be. Yeah… they’re fine without you. Don’t read my book.

6. You don’t have time to read. True. You’re a busy mom, I get that. You never have a moment to yourself. You only dream of kicking up your feet in fuzzy socks with a cup of tea and blessed silence—because that’s the only way to read a book, right? I’m guessing you never have to wait in the carpool line or the grocery store checkout. You never sneak indulgent minutes on Facebook or TV. And of course you never go to the bathroom (or at least not without little people breaking down the door to join you). There’s no possible way you could grab five minutes here and three minutes there to read a couple pages until you discover you’ve reached the final chapter and it only took you a week or two, maybe three. In fact you’re not really reading this blog post right now. So what’s the point. Don’t buy my book.

7. You don’t believe in God. Oh! Well then definitely don’t crack open my book. Because it will make you wish you did.

But . . . if you’re imperfect.

Frazzled.

Tired.

Unsure.

If you love your family but you mess up more often than you care to admit.

If you wonder how in the world anybody does this parenting thing without Jesus—or why you can’t seem to keep it together even with Him by your side.

Then sister, pull up a chair.

I’m right here with you.

Let me show you how much God loves you and wants you to seek him in the daily blessings and junk—and how those two things might actually be one and the same.

Don’t believe me?

Read my book.

It just might bless your fuzzy socks off.

“And I am certain that God, who began the good work within you, will continue his work until it is finally finished on the day when Christ Jesus returns” (Philippians 1:6, NLT).

Blessings,
Becky

P.S. Need a little more convincing? Read what other moms are saying on Amazon!