It has been suggested that moms have super powers. “Super Mom,” we are sometimes affectionately referred as. The truth is, the term suits us. No one can deny that we are, in fact, super and we are, in fact, moms.
The relation of mother to child calls for a complete and total selflessness that often does require a certain amount of power on our part – power to control our words; power to remain calm in scary or hectic situations; power to love unconditionally; power to think fast; power to somehow present our families with a sustaining meal the night before the weekly trip to the market. Seriously, how do we do it? One can only come to the conclusion that we are empowered by a force greater than ourselves. God has chosen us, and given us the ability to, not only, survive the childhoods of our children, but to live them well.This morning, as I drove my son to the doctor, my own super powers kicked in. A rough night of violent coughing had sealed this particular doctor’s visit. On the way, I listened to him struggle to catch his breath between attacks and hoped that the doctor would provide some insight. Suddenly, I heard him gag. I spun my neck around just in time to see the eruption. Hmm, my son just threw up in the car. Without hesitation, I flipped on my blinker and stopped on the roadside in an instant. Thankful for the convenient shoulder, I hit the flashers and flew to my son’s assistance. Grabbing the pack of baby wipes stashed under the seat, I quickly began to swab at his hands, his clothes, the harness buckle (which took a pretty hard hit), and lastly, the open Hot Rod magazine on his lap. Once I had done all within my power, including dousing my sick kiddo with a healthy dose of encouragement, I was back behind the wheel. My cape was stowed away for the next debacle, and as I traveled northbound with my children, I thought to myself, “Now, that was a classic Super Mom moment.”
What exactly is it that makes those moments paranormal? Basically, it is because what I just described was normal. It did not warrant any kind of panic on my part, nor did it bother me that I had puke in my car or on my hands. As I drove away from the scene, I was collected and back on track. It was “just a day in the life”, and the normalcy of it all is exactly what makes me a mom.
As moms, we have an unmatched ability to maneuver through life with ease. No matter if it is puke in our car, burned pancakes filling the kitchen with smoke, or squabbling siblings in need of a referee, we always have a trick or two up our sleeve. This is why people are so impressed by us! These little snags in our schedules, these unplanned events, give us the practice we need to perfect our super-ism! We will no doubt make mistakes and have moments of breakdown, which is completely expected and somewhat necessary to our sanity, but each of us should find a sense of pride in our motherhood. There is no other group of people on Earth who make a difference in the world like we do!
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