I like ninjas (and zombies). I pretend I am training to be a ninja when I’m really trying to get the muffin top to disappear. I’m sure I have as much chance of that happening as I do of becoming a ninja…but still I train.
I like to hide in corners or on the top of the couch and pop out unexpectedly. I think it’s funny. Hysterical even.
I’ve been practicing the sneaking so long it’s like second nature (ask anyone I work with) and do it without meaning to. I can even avoid danger and my boss.
And last year I dressed up like a ninja on Halloween (because I doubt it would pass the dress code any other day).
A couple of weeks later I overheard my kids telling a new friend that their mom is a ninja. Like a real ninja. “Yeah, she protects us. She has ninja skills.”
I silently busted out laughing…because you know, ninjas are quiet.
Then I felt guilty and I wondered, how much therapy are these Scrugglets going to need one day.
Their friend nodded in agreement and said, “yeah, my mommy has mommy powers too.”
All three nodded like old men talking about the good old days–and continued to color.
So I guess every mom has a super power. Every mom is a super hero, a supermom. I just happen to have ninja skills too.
What’s you super mom power? (And don’t say “I make milk”– because that, my friend, we all can do)