I am convinced that God’s exchange for “Mommy Brain” (That weird hormone that is release during pregnancy), is that we now have unexplained super powers. Go ahead and laugh… Let me explain what I mean.
I didn’t understand this when I was a kid, but the signs were there with my mom and probably yours too. I can remember being in my bedroom. The door is closed. I’m standing in my closet whispering in a sleeve, “She gets on my nerves!” And an immediate response from the kitchen, “What did you say? Who gets on your nerves?” How in the “ham” did she hear that? It’s a Super Power… I’m convinced.
Now, with my own kids, my insight is a lot better; though my eye sight has weaken slightly after giving birth. (Did anyone else experience that?) But, I can see a crumb 50 ft away or a small object or anything that my son may want to put in his mouth within moments after entering a room.
I can distinguish the footsteps of each family member walking without looking up. I can hear the slightest sounds of discomfort or someone waking up from a nap. Yet, I can totally tune out the sounds of playing, running, banter and a blaring loud television. But if I hear that “certain cry” I will stop, leap or maybe even fly over to comfort my child in a matter of seconds.
I have kisses that console and heal any hurt, arms that warm and welcome and wise words that calm fears and cause smiles. That somehow God has given me divine wisdom for that child.
He’s given eyes for detail that takes mental snap shots of each room, even down to its smell. If one thing is off, even in a messy room; we know it. Is it an instinct? No. It’s the gift in the hormone… I’m telling you… It’s a Super Power!
We can stay up all night with a cranky child. Put it down in the bedroom. Cuz let’s face it, hubby has needs too. Pick up all through the house. Drive uptown, downtown and around town and still find time to throw down in the kitchen! Can I get a witness?
We clean up bodies, booties and bathrooms. We show up for children’s plays, conferences, and couple’s date nights.
We make our little people feel like Picasso with their art work and John Legend at their concerts.
We encourage the extraordinary. To be leaders who are legendary.
So if any time during the day, I have to go through my mental rolodex to recall your name, you better not say a word! I know who you are and you better recognize that I AM YOUR SUPERWOMAN uhmm… whatever your name is.
(Can I get a virtual high five or amen from any other Super Women out there?)