SuperMom!

It’s funny how you change as you become a mom.  Your whole thought process changes.  Once upon a time I was surrounded daily by peers, members of society with relatively the same language and skill levels as myself.  Now I spend 24 hours a day (that feel like a heck of a lot more) with 4 children under the age of five.  As your daily life and schedule pick up your thought processes slow down.  I’ve begun to think in shortened sentences, “want milk”, “need sex”, “arm hurts”, and have replaced my vocabulary with kindergarten slang, “poopy”, “ucky”, and “uh-oh”.  I daydream more often, which is nice sometimes, creativity is a great thing, but you definitely can have too much of La-La Land and the Real World does beckon occasionally. 

            Because I tend to be borderline cocky I like to imagine myself as SuperMom! Don’t laugh yet, it gets better.  As SuperMom I have healing saliva.  My kisses can heal even the wounded heart.  I also have acute awareness of deceit and the patience of a snail. Not only that, I’m also the greatest, most amazing person my kids have ever encountered (alright so that part isn’t fantasy).  I’m sure, due to my slightly enlarged head and my overly wishful thinking; reality seems to kick me in the booty harder than others.  My actual abilities seem to come crashing down around me in a wave of estrogen epiphany.  One minute I’ll be cooking dinner, thinking how wonderful I am, the next I’m crying over the last stick of butter that I have just dropped on the kitchen floor (that incidentally hasn’t been mopped in who knows how long???). 

            Such is the life for us dreamers.  Reality can be such a bummer.  As it is, I think I’ll continue spending my days blissfully thinking I’m God’s gift to the children of the world.  Okay, well I’ll at least spend my days kissing away boo-boos; even though it’s become painfully obvious (literally) to everyone in the household my saliva has not quite achieved magical status!