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I was spinning wool into yarn today while watching I Am Number 4 with my children, for the 4th time, when it occurred to me that I'm so hopelessly domestic that I'm past the point of alien super powers.
Bear with me. I love the idea of super powers. I even 'fess up to admitting that I enjoy I Am Number 4. Yet, putting super powers on along with my tek sandals and Gap sundress in the morning wouldn't really impact my life.
If I could suddenly fight with super strength.... against whom? My toddler?
Perhaps I could call a babysitter to come over while I troll dark alleys trying to pick a fight. Um, baby sitters are expensive and actually, our small town doesn't really have any dark alleys.
O.k. free-running without fear of a sprained ankle would be awesome. Huge even, really huge. Instead of barely making it through Pilates at the rec center I could race about, leaping and flipping over park tables while my Littles played on the playground.
Again, though fun, not really life altering. It does amuse me to imagine it; I already get strange looks for merely hanging from the monkey bars.
Moving on- being fireproof? On a daily basis I am thankful to say that being fireproof has never been a necessary aspect of my life. Being able to read minds? I have teenagers, do you seriously think you could peacibly coexist with such creatures if you could read their every unfiltered thought?!?
Do you see the pattern? If I was suddenly embuued with alien super powers while somehow still remaining me, the powers would be superfluous instead of super-anything.
Though, now that I think about it, when my 3 year old was in his biting stage being able to lift him away from his intended victim with a lumen force field would have been fabulous...
I was spinning wool into yarn today while watching I Am Number 4 with my children, for the 4th time, when it occurred to me that I'm so hopelessly domestic that I'm past the point of alien super powers.
Bear with me. I love the idea of super powers. I even 'fess up to admitting that I enjoy I Am Number 4. Yet, putting super powers on along with my tek sandals and Gap sundress in the morning wouldn't really impact my life.
If I could suddenly fight with super strength.... against whom? My toddler?
Perhaps I could call a babysitter to come over while I troll dark alleys trying to pick a fight. Um, baby sitters are expensive and actually, our small town doesn't really have any dark alleys.
O.k. free-running without fear of a sprained ankle would be awesome. Huge even, really huge. Instead of barely making it through Pilates at the rec center I could race about, leaping and flipping over park tables while my Littles played on the playground.
Again, though fun, not really life altering. It does amuse me to imagine it; I already get strange looks for merely hanging from the monkey bars.
Moving on- being fireproof? On a daily basis I am thankful to say that being fireproof has never been a necessary aspect of my life. Being able to read minds? I have teenagers, do you seriously think you could peacibly coexist with such creatures if you could read their every unfiltered thought?!?
Do you see the pattern? If I was suddenly embuued with alien super powers while somehow still remaining me, the powers would be superfluous instead of super-anything.
Though, now that I think about it, when my 3 year old was in his biting stage being able to lift him away from his intended victim with a lumen force field would have been fabulous...
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Love this! And I'm glad to know that super powers wouldn't really help as a mom. BTW totally agree about reading teenagers minds. Who wants THAT in their head?
Just a couple of days ago I came through the living room to find my grown sons watching The Fantastic Four on cable. I sat down to watch for a short few moments (movie was too stupid to stick with). There was a scene where male and female superhero characters were discussing the possibilty of "living a normal life" and the difficulty of "raising a family", considering their lifestyle. My son - totally serious - exclaimed, "Are they crazy?! They really think they can live a normal life?! That's so stupid!" He was so incensed; I had to stop myself from asking if he realized it was fiction.
I've always wished I had the super-power ability to pause time. Now THAT would come in handy as a mom. Hubby coming home in ten minutes, but you're still unshowered and in your jammies? Pause! Now take your sweet time fixing yourself up, and while you're at it, whip up a simple gourmet meal, and straighten the house. Tired? Catch a quick nap before you re-start time! Sigh. The possibilities are endless...
Grace,
Mae
I would like the superhero power of needing only three minutes of sleep each day. Sadly, I'm just stuck waffling between being a troll and a fire breathing dragon.
I stand corrected, mom's do need the super power of pausing time. Then we wouldn't need the super power of subsisting on 3 minutes of sleep.
How about being able to get a toddler to eat any food you put in front of him. Green Beans, no problem. Brussel Sprouts, yummy. Now that's a super power!!!!!!!
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