Most of the time I am really full of myself and I have my superhero moments:
I am a mom, I am a woman, I can take it all on.
Today was one of those days. I am on two different antibiotics and three over the counters but hey, the show must go on. My boys have their first swimming lessons and I am not going to let my wimpy immune system get in the way.
I tie the cape around my neck and head out the door.
We prayed and prayed for a parking spot. I saw some tail lights come on but another aggressive mom swooped in with a suburban, put her blinker on and gave me the evil eye.
Okay, you take the spot, I have my cape, bring it on.
I pull onto the curb and unload. It is raining and 40 degrees and my two year old lays down on the curb and cries, he wants me to hold him.
In cape mode I pull him along tears and all.
I literally pushed my toddler in with my foot as I was holding the heavy door with one hand and holding my baby in the other.
I am so consumed with myself, my cape and my ability to do it all despite my kryptonite illness; I hand my traumatized toddler to the girls in childcare and swoop onto swimming lessons.
The cape has covered up my ability to see the damage I am actually causing.
My oldest got to his lesson and I had to quickly head back out to the parking lot to legally park in a space. On my way back to the gym my heart was heavy.
As I slowed down the tie around my neck from the cape started to come undone.
My poor toddler. How traumatic to be frantically dragged into the childcare at the community center?
With the cape off I took the time to stop in and scoop up the sweet boy.
With the cape off I could see my need for repentance; to say I am sorry for kicking him through the door and into the arms of strangers.
In light of eternity, taking a minute to console my toddler is much more kingdom worthy than being punctual for a swimming lesson.
Finally poolside and I finally caught my oldest son’s eyes in the chaos of this morning.
He was sobbing.
With the superhero cape on and all the swooping, I officially damaged two of my children.
In my attempts to be a superhero I actually failed both the children I was trying to impress by getting them to their lesson on time.
My oldest left the pool and clung to me. Through his sobs he said, “Mommy, you left me and I couldn’t see you. I was scared.”
I did leave him. It was my fault. With the cape on I couldn’t see the effects of my superhero behavior. The cape was covering up the damage I was actually causing.
In light of eternity, being punctual for swimming lessons is not that important.
Sometimes when our intentions are good, when as moms we are trying to do what we think is the right thing for our kids, we actually hurt them in the process.
I was a disaster to my boys this morning all for the sake of swooping into a swimming lesson on time.
My superhero intentions were harmful.
The real superhero moments happened when I removed the cape. When I forgot about saving the day I was able to find that my kryptonite was actually inside of me.
“His power is made perfect in weakness. His grace is sufficient for me.”
The superhero moments of the gospel are the opportunities to cling to the fact that His grace is sufficient.
I am weak. I can’t hide behind the cape. God does not expect that of me.
When I untie the cape I can see His grace is sufficient for me.
- Bathing Suit Season (onewiththepastor.com)