There's a hero inside of you

There is a superhero inside of me. In many ways. For one, the baby who has the amazing capability to decrease my lung capacity by 90%, press up against my ribs unrelenting until they feel they will never heal from their permanent bruises. The baby, who may have been planned, but not planned to be concieved when she so chose, and dares to enter our lives when every nerve is strung as tight as a violin string in the house. The baby who dares it's (ok ok, who are we to say it's a girl when we really don't know for sure) parents to take care of it while managing a four year old with diabetes and a 14 month old with a penchance for head butting. Yes, that is one of those superhero's inside of me. Another is the woman who dons yellow rubber gloves to scrub every pot and dish and surface after dinner while 8 months pregnant because there is no dishwasher (nor a place to put one with all the children running around) and to quickly as possible get the chores done while there are two parents in the house (read- one takes care of kids, one does chores) so as not to have to do them the next day while tending to both kids, and so as to get to the promised five books (that I will read competely out of breath- thanks fetus). So yes, yellow gloves=superhero by association. And then there is the mother that I am that makes me a hero. Despite yelling at my children all day long, or feeling like I do, running around yet never getting things done, providing stimulis for the children, kissing boo boos... I am a hero for navagating this big brave world of motherhood. For goodness sakes, there's so much to it. So here's a tip of the cup to hero mama with her yellow gloves and third kid on the way.