It's me that's busy. A busy body. A mama. A busy mama. Rockin' it out. Rockstar status. Superstar. SuperMom. (Do you like how my train of thought got me to the last title? Exactly.)
That's right... I am acknowledging the fact that I am a SuperMom. (And I am making this one word on purpose because Superman is one word and spell check doesn't fight me at all... and all he ever did was turn into a dude in a cool outfit that could fly and rescue the damsel in distress. "Super"man wouldn't survive one day at home with the kids. So I'll deal with the spell check underlining my new word.)
(Reading to his fwwwends)
And then I realized it again when I made Clay's day by taking him and Lilah on an escalator ride. And it was a ride because I parked the stroller next to the escalator in the swanky new food court at the upscale mall in town and carefully balanced Lilah in my arms while I bent over and picked up Clay. I carried each child in one arm and steadied my clumsy-self on that dang escalator. We went up. And we went down. And I even saw some people pointing at us... which pretty much just confirms that they had just witnessed super hero stuff-- I'm sure of it.
(Out for a drive)
And so, with my head held high... Ima takin' that title and Ima gonna to keep rockin' it out- SuperMom style. So while I wait for my real SuperMom cape to show up on my doorstep (just to make it official) and for spell check to recognize this sure-to-be word, I'll join all the other mamas out there silently tearin' it up each day and relish in my new title.
And in case I needed just one more reminder... when I tiptoed into Lilah's room just now to feed her and I turned on the lamp just to peer at her face for another fifteen minutes before my day would come to and end, she slowly opened her eyes and looked all around the room. Then at me. She waited til her eyes adjusted just guzzling her bottle in the meantime. And there it was. A huge smile of recognition, of comfort, of love spread across her face. You see, I may or may not be a SuperMom... but to her I'm just that... super. And that's enough.
I love this! I found you via instagram and have been enjoying your posts and your pictures of your cuties! I can so relate to this post...I have 2 and 3 year old daughters and my cape keeps a flapping it's on it's off-repeat ;)ReplyDelete