We invited Mothers & More members to share their views on Mom Power and got some amazing responses for our blog.
Next in our series, Laura Broulliren shares her story of being a mom with super powers.
Why my kids believe I have super powers
By Laura Broullire
“If you don’t finish your veggies, you will never grow any taller.”
“Keep brushing or all your teeth will turn black and fall out in your sleep tonight.”
“If you don’t stop teasing your sister right now, Santa’s bringing nothing but coal for your stocking!”
I consider myself an honest person. I go to church regularly. I don’t lie about my income (I don’t have one), and I’m honest about my age (which is 37). But when it comes to my kids, I can rattle off a lie without blinking an eye. Perhaps my biggest whopper? “Moms are omniscient. We know everything. It’s like a super power.”
Now my kids might not know what “omniscient” means. But they do know that if they forget to change their socks, I’m probably going to call them on it.
I’ve also demonstrated my all-seeing, all-knowing mom super power in these instances:
Scenario 1: Four-year-old daughter gets up from the table, runs into the bathroom, uses and flushes the toilet and races back to her seat. Me: “You need to go back in there and wash your hands.” Eyes widen. Jaw drops. Incredulous look of “How the heck did she know I didn’t wash my hands?” comes across her face. Mom’s super power is confirmed.
Scenario 2: I’m awakened before dawn by a little hand patting my face. “Mom? Mom? Can I have a cupcake for breakfast?” My answer, of course, is a firm “No.” She disappears, and I stumble to the bathroom to brush my teeth. A few moments later, my eyes not yet fully opened, young daughter returns – wearing crumbs and colorful sprinkles on her cheeks and fingers and smelling strongly of vanilla buttercream. “I told you, NO CUPCAKES FOR BREAKFAST!” Deer-in-the-headlights look immediately precedes her racing departure from my room, but I can almost hear the wheels in her brain turning. “How does she do that?” (True story. I wish this hadn’t happened, but it actually did.)
It’s probably the same in your house – Mom is the one summoned when Dad can’t find the pancake mix, or someone needs a roll of Scotch tape, or someone else is out of toilet paper. (I’m sure you can do it – even without looking or getting up from your seat, you know where there is a spare roll of toilet paper in your house!) See? No wonder kids believe that moms have super powers.
There are, of course, some additional super powers I would really love to have – the magical gift of effortlessly guiding my children through their nightly homework, for starters. Or, when one of my girls wakes up and claims illness, some anatomical X-ray vision to determine whether she really is sick and a crystal ball to predict whether she should attend school.
But I suppose I should just be grateful for the “powers” I have as a mother – though they hardly seem super on a daily basis: a knack for locating missing library books; a talent for creating just the right birthday cake; a gift for making boo-boos feel better with merely a kiss.
I’ll never be able to leap tall buildings in a single bound, or fly around the world in a cape and Spandex costume. (No one wants to see that. I get it – it’s OK.) But if one of my kids wants to hear some random bit of information from his or her early childhood, my brain is a supercomputer of facts, quotes and funny stories. And if one of them tries to squeak by with a mediocre shower or go to bed without brushing teeth, my uncanny “super powers” will let me know – and continue to bewilder them.
From the Mothers & More chapter 179 in Green Bay, Wisconsin, Laura is a former parenting magazine editor and manager of a website/blogs. Today she is a freelance writer and stay-at-home mom. She lives in Green Bay with her husband, 17-year-old stepson and daughters ages 8 and 4.