SUPERPOWER: su·per·pow·er noun \ˈsü-pər-ˌpau(-ə)r\ 1: excessive or superior power 2 a: an extremely powerful nation; specifically : one of a very few dominant states in an era when the world is divided politically into these states and their satellites b : an international governing body able to enforce its will upon the most powerful states
The other night as I cuddled with my 7 year old, out of the blue he announced “if I had a superpower, it would be teleportation.” Yes, my 7 year old said “teleportation.” He went on to explain how useful that power would be playing a game of tag, and then we discussed how handy it would be getting to a faraway destination. The more we talked, the more excited he got. He wasn’t just talking, he was truly imagining what it would be like, what it would feel like to have a superpower!
So I got to thinking, what would my superpower be, if I could choose one? It took mere moments before I knew what I needed — in a purely selfish manner — I need more energy. I want a superpower of endless energy. E-N-D-L-E-S-S ENERGY! Imagine, the ability to get the tedious chores of life done and still have capacity to be cheerful while playing with my active kids and then still have enough left over to work and even more there to be an attentive friend and wife…. Doesn’t it sound dreamy?
And yet, isn’t it kind of sad that my gut instinct wasn’t something wistful like being able to fly, or something fun like teleportation? Why not something giving like the power to cure illness or prevent tragedy.
Being a mom is so demanding that it requires not normal energy that non-moms require, but superpower energy. Energy that allows us to be and do everything our little people require, energy to be a productive member of our community, energy to be a good partner and friend, and energy to take care of ourselves.
The problem is, we don’t have superpower energy. We have normal energy. Or low energy. Or, no energy. And yet somehow, we get through the day, wake up and get through the next, and the next…. so maybe we moms do have superpowers. Maybe being a mom is a superpower.
I have a superpower. I am a mom. I doubt my son will be impressed that while he only wishes for a superpower that I have one, but at least I am impressed.
Happy Mother’s Day to all my fellow superpower people 🙂
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Loved this post Jenn! Here’s to your superpower and the fact that you inspire your boys to dream the impossible! 🙂
Judy, a belated thanks for your comments! Hope you had a fabulous Mother’s Day too!