You know what just occurred to me?  Moms have super powers.  Allow me explain.  A few days ago my little one came bursting in through the front door sobbing.   I went from person sitting on the sofa relaxing, into “mom me” at the speed of mom.    Mom me is quite different from regular me.  Mom me says things like ‘You’re gonna poke your eye out with that thing’ and ‘No’.  No, as a matter of fact is a word that mom me is quite adept at using.  Probably from all the years of practice during each of my children’s toddler years.  Mom me firmly believes in having a no at the ready in every circumstance whereas regular me would never dream of being so negative.  The speed of mom is the ability that moms have to, in this case, assess just by glancing that the sobbing was born out of injured feelings rather than injured body.  It also comes in very handy during those moments when disaster seems inevitable but the speed of mom kicks in and allows mom to move across a room in one step and remove the vase she was sure was out of reach but now teeters on the edge of the shelf, because clearly the height of that shelf was no match against her two year old’s ability to stretch his or her arms beyond any natural point she could ever have imagined.  There’s a few others, but those are the ones that come to mind at this moment.   So, after assessing that my little one did not need medical attention, I asked what the matter was, which was exactly the prompt she was waiting for so that she could proceed in telling me exactly what had happened.  She made her way to the sofa, collapsed into it with more drama than even Scarlett O’Hara could have mustered and exclaimed “I hate Anthony!  He’s mean mom!…Just MEAN!”  Anthony is her big brother who loves her very much, but truth be told…he is mean.  Oh, has concern for her.  He totally protects her and will even, on his way out the door inform me that ’he’s just gonna go check on Kaitlyn for me…okay mom?’.  Understanding that another prompt was required, I futher implored “What did he do?”  And THAT was the last prompt needed for the next several minutes.  Through much 8 year old angst, it was revealed to me that the pedal on her bike had broken and Anthony wouldn’t even help me mom.  He just yelled at me and told me it was my own fault when it WASN’T my fault, it was Sara’s fault because SHE’S the one that dropped the bike to the ground and broke it and he didn’t even help me mom!  As the rant and the sobbing subsided, I put my arm around her and in my best consolatory voice told her I was very sorry that had happened to her and asked if there was anything I could do to help her.  To which came her immediate response through a renewed round of sobs ”Can we SELL him?!?!?” 

Thank goodness my mom ability to contain myself kicked in and permitted me to respond.  “Well, I don’t know that we’d get a whole lot for him at this point…maybe we could hang onto him a little bit longer?”  She rubbed her eyes satisfied that there was still hope and went back outside to play. 

And that’s all for now.  Ciao!  Hasta la pasta baby!