my kid worships spider-man, ben 10, iron man, and almost every superhero he gets to watch on cartoon network or nickelodeon. he would eat everything i tell him that these superheroes eat just so he would get the same “superpowers” that they have. and by everything, i mean even the bitter ampalaya that most kids love to spit out.
but sometimes i want to tell him “hey kulot, the real superhero is right in front of you!”
the octo-mom (no other than me, of course) has more superpowers than all these superheroes combined. i mean, seriously, can ben 10 or iron man wash clothes, cook lunch, write 10 to 15 articles, manage an online creative studio, clean the house, go grocery shopping, pay the bills, take care of a tornado kid, and color disney coloring books all the same time? i doubt! (well, yeah, maybe flash can but mikkel doesn’t know about him so shussh!)
on top of these, there are always those pleas for help:
“mom, i hurt my finger!”
“mahal, i can’t find my shirt!”
“mom, i’m hungry!”
“mahal, where is my shaver?”
“mom, my workbook is missing!”
despite the piles of work to do, i zoom and fly to rescue my two curly tops from whatever big or small problem they have.
being a working mom is not easy. and most of the time, your efforts go unnoticed too. it’s like you’re expected to be a robot to perform all these duties flawlessly that sometimes you just want to scream, “hey, i am human too!”
but even if sometimes the feat seems too big even for a superhero, it doesn’t matter. all it would take is a sweet thank you from mikkel or a short hug from mike, and i’m back on my feet as the octo-mom ready to save the day!