When danger lurks around a superhero, they usually gain their sudden surge of power. One might turn green and big, another might zap webs and climb walls, and some might even fly. Power and courage sudden rage through them as they fight to prevent a disaster from happening. Moms are very much the same way.
When you feel danger, it’s natural to fear. Remembering my days as a single person, I was timid and I knew that if I was ever put into a compromising position, I would probably either scream, panic, or stand still in shock. As a mom, the possibility of someone or something hurting my little cub makes feel like I could crush anything.
Never Mess with Supermom!
We went through a recent incident at home. My husband was away on a business trip and my son and I were alone. Close to bedtime, I hear someone turning the knob on our front door.
Now I know I would have probably ran out the back door or started screaming had it not been for my 3 year old. I gained the ability to think fast by grabbing my son, tucking him away where the stranger could not get him, turning on the really loud alarms on both our cars, grabbing a knife, ready to pounce on the intruder, and my phone on the other hand as I called for help.
I knew that if the intruder came in, whether he had a weapon or not, I would not hesitate to fight, no matter what the odds were. I would fight to the death if I knew every minute and every strength in my body could help my son.
Luckily, I think the alarms really scared him off. Plus, I have two neighbors that look after me and always have their husbands and grown kids around.
The Motherhood Instinct
I remember the feeling I used to get if my son got a cut, fall down really hard, or go through any simple accidents that many little kids might go through. The horrors I felt and how uneasy I was.
I have many reasons to go to a doctor but put it off all the time. If my son gets sick or a bump I can’t explain, I will contact our doctor no matter what time of the day or night it is.
When my son was a little less than 3 months old, he had a high temperature. It took 5 days for the doctors to tell us what the problem was. Until then, they had him on antibiotics and IV. I was worried sick! I couldn’t eat and didn’t sleep a wink! I didn’t want to miss anything in case something happened. I remember not even wanting to go to the bathroom because I didn’t want to leave him!
Despite the lack of nutrition and sleep, I had a lot of energy to cry and pace back and forth, worry, and cry some more. I was up like a shot when he made any kind of movements. The worry gave me super strength!
Have you ever gone through an incident where you felt you had a sudden wave of super mom or dad powers? Please do share!