My new super-power or How Mummy Saved The World!

Blog This: Challenge 31

Imagine this, you wake up tomorrow and you have a new superpower.

What would you like it to be? How would it change your life?

Will it be moving at the speed of light?

Reading peoples' minds?

X-ray vision?

The first hint of my developing super power was revealed without pomp or ceremony in a letter from a seven year old boy.

You always save me from falling. Now, I can see you all pondering madly and hear the brain cogs sorting through the possibilities. "Can she fly", you ask yourself, "or is it the ability to be omnipresent whenever her child stumbles?" Endless ideas and scenarios are popping up, aren't they? Something like this, maybe?

Child clumsily tripping on cliff edge, screams as he falls arms flailing, Super Mum zooming through the air to heroically sweep her little man into her arms and off to safety, or maybe an icecream...  

Ah, no. But more on that later. I'll just give you a small word of warning, these powers just might not be what you expect them to be.

I bet you didn't know super powers lie within all of us. Yes - every single person in the world has them, most just don't realise it yet. These little powers can be lying quietly dormant, waiting patiently to spring forth when needed. They vary from individual to individual, and to be honest there are quite a few people out there that openly choose to ignore the power. They would rather go about life in a closed world, secure in ignorance, content to play it safe. And for them the need to use the powers just never seems to arise.

So... Do you want to know the simplest way to see them? Seriously, do you? Okay, I'll tell you just in case you haven't already worked it out for yourself.

Bend down slowly until you are eye to eye with your child. That's it... real close, nose to nose. See the reflection in their pupils? Look closely now. See?

Yeah, that's you. Your child's own personal super hero, who will nurture, love and support them. Fight to the death to protect them. And save them from falling.

As for my own little unveiler, when asked what those little words meant his reply granted me super strengths I had never even dreamt of:

"Mummy, you save me from falling sad, from falling mad, from falling down."

I walked away, ten foot tall, able to leap tall buildings, lift mountains and slay dragons without raising a drop of sweat. His own personal Super Mum.

And so that's my super power. My son's steadfast belief in me. A truly exceptional power unequalled in superdom.

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Feeling Mellow #3 - Friendship Posts

I have a friend. A glorious friend. When one looks at her, it is her inner strength and purity of heart that dazzles you. Her heart of gold. Some do not see it, they see only the surface, they do not dig below to find the incredible treasure she is.

I count her as one of my dearest friends, I know she is one of the most loyal. I think she knows me warts and all, I truly believe she understands me. We have lived a parallel life, and as time goes by we have to laugh at the continual coincidences that keep popping up.

She has survived the unthinkable, she is one of the strongest women I know, and yet so many miss that. I believe she likes to fly underneath the radar, her smooth moves undetected. I wonder if anyone realises how razer sharp her wit really is, how quick her reactions are, how little she worries over people who are not important to her.

Okay, I admit it, I am in awe of her. And so very proud to call her friend.

The Monster Retires to Its Cave

I am feeling far more rational today, the rage has dissipated as quickly as it arose. Hormones, stress and unresolved resentment over the actions of people in my day to day life had blended to create a bubbling cauldron full of anger and angst. Exercise certainly helped, and I think my initial mistake was not attending the boxercise class that morning. All may well have been resolved with a few well-aimed, politically correct punches but instead it became a day of flaming fury.

On days like Saturday I know exactly where my oldest son's sense of justice and black & white opinions come from. In a perfect world those that do wrong would suffer the hellfires of painful punishment, in the real world they almost always get away with it, that is if they are not rewarded for their actions! Where are all the superheroes when you need them?

But, as it is not something I can change, I have to let it go. Any attempts to unveil the evil would merely result in fingers being pointed and more nastiness. The tragedy is the next generation witnessing and learning this behaviour will merely perpetuate the cycle. I wonder if these people think about what lessons they are teaching their children?

So, life moves forward. The manicness of work, holidays, kids, Nanna, work, house continues. But this time with an underlying sense of sanity. Calmness prevails (as much as it ever does in this family's life).