the super secret superpowers of moms

 

Now that the cards have been opened and read …

 

brunches consumed …

 

 

fresh cut flowers arranged in a pretty vases …

 

and kisses kissed and hugs hugged, I thought the time might be right … primed, even … to reveal our secret.

 

Our super secret superpower mom secret …

 

Yes, we moms have superpowers.  And, no, they don’t include running faster than a speeding bullet.  Or leaping tall buildings in a single bound.  Or summoning the power of the sea.  Heck, we don’t even have a cool car to drive …

 

can you say minivan? …

 

and don’t get me started on the lack of a super fancy monogrammed and bedazzled cape to wear as we perform our feats of greatness!

 

 

But we do possess a seriously powerful superpower.  A superpower the entire Marvel Comics catalogue of characters ~ past, present, and future ~ can only wish they could possess in their wildest of dreams …

 

Forgiveness and Forgetfulness.

 

And, yes, I can hear your snarky thoughts attributing the forgetfulness to early onset Alzheimer’s.  But bear with me …

 

 

I mean, just think about it.  Don’t moms possess an unending supply of forgiveness for their children?  No matter what they do.  No matter how crazy they drive us.  No matter their grades in school.  No matter who they date.  No matter how much we may not agree.  At the end of the day, we forgive.  Without question.  Without doubt.  We can never turn our backs on our children.  They are as much a physical part of our being today as they were during those nine months we carried them.  An indelible bond that can never be broken.

 

And maybe it’s our uncanny knack to forget things ~ painful things ~ that helps with all that never-ending supply of forgiveness.

 

Let’s start with the obvious.  Childbirth.  We willingly ~ eagerly, even ~ pursue pregnancy.  Knowing full well that that little person we will grow inside ourselves will need to come out.  Somehow.  Some way.

 

And sure, we all have our childbirth tales.  We can recount the facts.  But somehow we’re able to erase the memory of the pain.  Because if we couldn’t ~ if we didn’t possess that mom superpower of forgetfulness ~ there would be waaaaaaaaaay more only kids in this world …

 

… just saying.

 

And when I look back now on those times when the kids were little … those times that seemed so challenging in the moment … I can’t quite summon those feelings of frustration.  Or the tears.  Theirs … and mine.

 

Once again, that mom superpower of forgetfulness kicks in.  Letting us let go of all the want-to-bang-your-head-against-the-wall crazy.  And only remembering the fun.  The accomplishments.  The school performances that broke our hearts.  The hugs. The cuddles.  The sweet smell of baby breath …

 

Yes.  Our super secret mom superpowers are truly a power to behold …

 

 

In fact, I think I may need to make myself a cape.  Out of drop cloth, of course …

 

P.S.  A Happy Mother’s Day {a day late} to all my fellow superhero moms!

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