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7 Amazing Powers of a SuperMom

We’ve all heard the term: “SuperMom”. What exactly makes her “super”? Can you really put her in the same category as Captain America, WonderWoman, or Superman? Perhaps you’ve cringed at being addressed as a SuperMom. You wonder how you could rightfully claim such a title, being well aware of your non-kryptonite-induced weaknesses and failures.

But even though Mommy may not feel like the superhero the world makes her out to be, her children see through different lenses. And I think upon closer observation, they will notice Mommy has some rather amazing powers.

7 Amazing Powers of a SuperMom

1. Her kisses make the booboo’s go away.

There’s just something about Mama’s kisses and cuddles that make all owies better. But even if a cut needs a little more TLC, Mommy seems to have a magical way of cleaning the wound and applying the perfect bandage.

2. She can produce a sweet treat at lightning speed.

Who can resist chocolate chip cookies? But how does she make them so fast? Little do her children know that she’s got tubes of dough stored in the freezer. But wait till she becomes a grandma … she’ll have the power to pull out all kinds of sweet stuff out of her purse to spoil any crying kid.

3. She can see from the back of her head.

She’s at the sink, washing dishes. So how did she know her little angel was trying to sneak a cookie out of the jar? Somewhere behind that tangled updo, she’s got a pair of eyes that never sleep.

4. She makes books come to life.

When she opens a book and reads, she transports her children to another world, where rhyming is normal, animals talk, and happy endings are guaranteed.

5. She knows. Before they can come up with an answer, she knows.

Don’t get caught in a mind game with her. She knows what her kids will do before they do it. And I would warn against any attempts of falsification. She’s a walking lie detector!

6. With one look, she can make her kids do what she wants.

Is there some invisible force behind those eyes? Maybe the secret is in that one raised eyebrow, hypnotically bringing her kids under her control.

7. Her tickling fingers have the power to render her kids helpless.

No, not the fingers! Must get away from them! They are worse than Kryptonite! And when she starts dispensing zerberts (aka, raspberries) on the tummies, it’s all over for these kids!

If you’re a SuperMom, what’s your favorite super power?

Perhaps you may not feel very super on some days, but I bet you, your littles think you have some pretty cool powers. Wishing all you SuperMamas a wonderful Mother’s Day!

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Up, Up, and Away, Super Mom!

I used to work for a financial firm in the middle of a metropolitan city, and I was surrounded by a sea of aggressive, loud, cursing, and crude men. Most of the women who worked there, like me, were their assistants or some other support roles. I recall a time when one of the women recently returned to work after her maternity leave. It was her first child. I couldn’t wait to talk with her because at that time, I was 4 months pregnant with my first son, Gabriel. I caught up with her on the elevator on the way home and gave her an enthusiastic, “Welcome Back!” I asked her about her baby and then said, “You must miss your baby a lot, now that you have to be back at work.” She smiled and said, “Not really. I actually really missed the guys here.” I was speechless after that and was just glad the elevator door opened, and we went our separate ways.

I know being a mom is hard, and those first few months taking care of a baby, when you have no idea what you’re doing, is indeed tough. But still … how can a sweet-looking newborn compare to a bunch of financial brokers??

Super MomSome mothers have to work outside the home to make ends meet. Some moms stay home, where work is still required. Some homeschool all day, while others sacrifice many evenings helping kids with their homework. Moreover, a mother has to wear many hats: doctor, nurse, chauffeur, detective, judge, maid, chef, teacher, principal, coach, banker. But there’s only one hat that will fit perfectly and will never be removed. She will always be MOM.

To all you Super Moms out there, Happy Mother’s Day!

 

(Photo credit: Eduardo Merille)

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My Heritage, My Reward

Mother’s Day is this Sunday. Mothers are a peculiar bunch. They love and adore their children one minute, and then scream and holler at them the next. They gush about the joys of motherhood, but have a growing list of woes since giving birth. They give so much sacrificially, but hope for some kind of recognition in return … especially on Mother’s Day.

There was a time in my life, though, when I thought I would not live to see another Mother’s Day. My son, Gabriel, was almost two years old, and my daughter, Tamara, was 5 months. It was like any other day. Towards the evening, I felt feverish, but like most moms, a little fever wasn’t enough to halt all household activities. But as the evening drew to a close, the slight fever turned into nausea. It must be the flu, I thought. But instead of spending the rest of the night in bed, I was hunched over the toilet, vomiting.

The next morning, I thought I would feel better, but I didn’t even have the strength to pick up my daughter. My husband took the day off from work and promptly brought me to the doctor. What I thought would be a quick visit became a day of being wheeled from one hospital department to the next. My last stop was the ICU, where the doctors inserted an IV line in my neck, and shortly after, I was alone in that dimly lit hospital room. Everything happened so quickly. What just happened? This was only the flu. A nurse came in to check on me. I could barely speak, but I mustered up the strength to whisper, “Can I go home now?” The reply was not at all what I expected. “I’m afraid you will be here for a while.”

Drop me a lineThe doctors discovered that I had a serious staph infection, which entered my blood stream and sent my body into septic shock, a condition in which my blood pressure became dangerously low. My body was pumped with fluids and all sorts of antibiotics. During my hospital stay, I wondered if I would see my family again. My husband brought pictures of my precious babies, but it was not enough to kiss and hug those pictures. I longed to hold them again. My daughter had never been bottle-fed before, but when my husband brought pictures of her holding her own bottle, it was bittersweet. Gabriel’s 2nd birthday was in a week, and I had no idea if I would be home in time to celebrate with him. All my typical complaints about sleep deprivation and endless chores seemed insignificant while I laid down in that cold hospital room.

By God’s mercy and grace, one of the antibiotics worked, and the symptoms of the infection eventually subsided. However, I came home weak and thinner than when I was first admitted to the hospital. Not exactly the weight loss plan I was hoping for. Family and friends generously brought food, a cake, and some gifts, and we were able to have that birthday party for Gabriel that I thought I would not live to see.

That experience seems like such a tiny speck in my life, but as I recall those events from six years ago, it’s as if it just happened yesterday. Life, of course, went back to normal. And this mother, who once thought she would never see her children again, has settled back into her frequent frustrations with parenting. But, God mercifully brings me back to that hospital room time and time again and reminds me of the precious lessons He taught me there. I will always remember …

  • That our next breath is not guaranteed to us.

“… you do not know what tomorrow will bring. What is your life? For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes.” (James 4:14)

  • That celebrations, like birthdays and Mother’s Day, are reminders that all our days ought to be spent in continual rejoicing.

“Rejoice in the Lord always; again I will say, rejoice.” (Philippians 4:4)

  • And, that my children truly are precious gifts from my Lord.

“Behold, children are a heritage from the LORD, the fruit of the womb a reward.” (Psalm 127:3)

 

(Photo credit 2: Rachel Cobcroft)