I don’t own a cape, but I should.
I can heal cuts, bruises and ‘boo boos’ with a mere kiss.
I can catch a 35 pound toddler as he heaves himself unexpectedly from 6 steps up into my arms.
I can talk a crying child back to sleep and convince a little guy that the lightening he fears is really nothing more than God taking a few pictures.
I can hold a hand and convey safety, love and ‘I’ve-got-you-covered’ all at once.
I can magically find Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in the mess that is our Christmas storage for two small people who have a desperate desire to know he is making it through the Spring. And, I can make that broken Rudolph sing – to the delight of one little girl and one little boy.
I can make the BEST chocolate chip cookies in the world AND win the Mommy of the Year award when I let them have a few bits of the cookie dough.
I can make dinner, clean the kitchen and help the small guy to the potty all at the same time. Yes, I like to pretend there are two of me.
I can say ‘yes’ to the cushion pool, the erratic watering of the plants, the singing of Jingle Bells for the 277th time and the 864th reading of Pinkalicious.
I can agree to an impromptu play date at the park – even though I told them all of our friends were busy today.
And the best part? So far, it comes naturally.
*dons imaginary SuperMom cape and strolls away*
(sidebar for you 90’s girls – ‘The ‘S’ is for Super and the ‘U’ is for unique, the ‘P’ is for perfection and you know that we are freaks, etc. – get it?)