Unmasked

When I learned I would be breastfeeding a fourth (and final) child, I wanted just one shirt emblazoned with these words: I make milk. What's your superpower? Today's guest post by my wonderful friend Kyndale is a one-two punch for multitasking moms. Come on, ladies, let me hear you roar!

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I am a superhero and I have super powers.

I can jump over and ignore piles of laundry in a single bound. WHOOSH!! I can heal real and imaginary wounds with just a kiss and a hug. ZAP!! I can whip up a meal plan and grocery list in mere seconds. POW!! I can read the same book 100 times in a row without getting dry throat. BOOM!!

Flash back 11 years ago, before kids. I was just a mortal. A pupa of a human being waiting to undergo my metamorphosis. How can anyone know what their life will become after children? It's a door that cannot be opened before it appears.

Eleven years has passed so quickly, as if I've been in a time warp. I have given birth to three children, breastfed for more than 9 years, and cleaned up more spilled _______ than humanly possible. I can live for days, weeks, months and years without proper sleep and still operate a toaster oven or drive a car while maintaining my lane. It even amazes my superhero self.

I am dumbfounded and bewildered that the love for my children is boundless even in the face of unthinkable sassiness, rambunctiousness and mischievous behavior. I attribute my ability to get past these and other daily doings to my super powers. How can it be explained otherwise?

I have accepted my super powers as a gift -- privilege -- and choose to live in obscurity, blending in to society under the disguise of stay-at-home mom. At times, someone will slip kryptonite into my smoothie. That's when self-doubt creeps in and my super powers fade. I have learned to breathe again, pick myself up and put my uni-tard back on.

Just the other day, I was laying in bed watching my littlest sleep, breathing in his sweet and tangy boy smell (with my super smelling powers of course), a delightful smell that only I can appreciate. As he woke , he smiled and said, “I love you Mommy.” Seriously, that was the first thing that came out of his little lips! It's moments like these that my purpose is clear.

Yes, I am a superhero!

About the writer: Kyndale aka Supermom is a stay-at-home mom of three super kids. She enjoys knitting, sewing, gardening, and crafts. She writes about her adventures as a Supermom on her blog, Earthy Crunchy. She lives in Sparks, Nevada.