Moms are superheroes. But not your average superhero. No, we don’t come flying in from far away in a super fancy costume and save the day, for all the world to see.
I don’t need to come flying in from afar because I was there, all along. I don’t need a siren to alert me to a pressing danger — I’m a mom and I’m always there for my children.
I’m a mom and I do all the little things.
I do so much superhero stuff. On the daily.
I kiss owies, even when they are invisible to the naked eye.
I diffuse toddler tantrums, like a master hostage negotiator.
I change every darn toilet roll in the entire house, for all time.
I prepare snacks like it ain’t no thang, a million times a day.
I wash sticky hands and little tooshes and stinky feet and milk-stained carpet. I’m pretty much a professional cleaner.
I tackle Mount. Laundry every single day.
I pair mismatched socks. Now that one really is a superpower.
I don’t want to brag but I’m an expert interpreter. My specialty languages are babble and childrenese.
I sniff out old sippy cups and save my children from poisoning themselves with sour milk.
I cook chicken nuggets to absolute perfection. Sometimes.
I read stories like a boss and I know “The Very Hungry Caterpillar” by heart. Every single word.
I catch little bodies as they leap off the sofa, just before their head hits the floor.
I intercept sibling fights, just in time to avoid injury.
I give great horsey rides and my pants are worn through in the knees from all our escapades.
I know all the words to all their favorite songs.
I sing lullabies and know how to softly rock gentle bodies to sleep.
I thrive (or survive, depending on the day) on minimal sleep and maximum coffee.
I grew and birthed two human beings. I mean, that’s kind of a big deal.
I’m a mom. A superhero by any other name.
I spring to action, but not from afar. I’m always there.
I’m a mom and my superpower? I do the little things.
Written by Sina Steele, Her Mustard Faith