In our household super heroes pretty much rule the day. They are on our TV, on our video games, on our costumes and on our heart. If you ask my 4 year old what he wants to be when he grows up. No less then 2 seconds he will likely tell you Captain America or any of the Marvel Crew. They seem like such giants in the mind of a child. To save the day, to save a life man the expectations are set high.
I suppose I remember those days. Those days I aspired to be running with the Giants, the heroes with those flashy capes. Then it came the cute teenager with the microphone and screaming fans. Then the business lady with briefcase, flawless figure and 6 inch heels. The expectations and bar was never set high enough.
Today how ironic as I sit here, never living up to any of those expectations how different my view of my super heroes are. They aren't flashy at all. They aren't famous. They aren't saving lives. Most of them don't even wear heels anymore period. My heroes come in the form of running attire (even if they don't workout a day in their life), mini vans and popsicle stains. Their entourage range from ages 2-10 and their capes well who the hell has time for capes. We are too busy with school pickup, soccer games and diaper changes.
I used to feel less of a person for not saving the world. Now I know we are the ones to save the world. The way we raise our children. The way we instill our faith. The way we pray each and everyday for our friends, our kids and our husbands. In fact, I challenge Captain America to a quest. Try chasing a runaway 3 year old, while bouncing a toddler on your hip, all the while unloading a car full of groceries and we will see who wins that battle. These girls!!!
We are strong, we are resourceful. We are smart and brave. We show up for our kids, we come running for our friends, we can even survive half a lifetime on 4 hours of sleep. Truth. We know how to survive the big things. Illness, tragedy, heartbreak. We know also how to humbly accept blessing. We finally get there is someone bigger then us, someone we can never attain to be. The ultimate super hero of our lives.
So this weekend we all will celebrate those superheroes in our lives. Our Mamas. The beautiful mighty warriors that raised us. Our friends the angels without wings, who fly along with us. The super hero in ourselves. As I sit after one of my biggest battles yet, I am surround with many images in the form of food, cards, flowers and gifts. Messages and love. All reminding me each second to remember. Not only do not all super heroes wear capes, not all angels wear wings.
Happy Mothers Day my amazing warriors. We are doing hard things!
