Superpower!
As a mom I discover new things every day and today’s lesson was the fact that I have a new superpower. Like many Superheroes, I was unaware of my power until in an act of agony, it revealed itself to me and now I will never be the same …
My story begins with my nemesis, Azul. Like most boys, he loves to wrestle and play fight and I like it too. I have really capitalized on being bigger and stronger than a little kid. I can hold him upside down by his ankles, pick him up and throw him on the couch, hold him up in the air with my feet or tickle him till he gives. I dominated or at least kept up with him until recently.
He’s now six and a half years-old, and he’s getting bigger and stronger every day. I am still able to use the claw, where I hold his forehead with my palm and keep him away by locking my arm. But now I am the one who has to give in before someone gets hurt. And yes — when I say someone I mean me.
In our latest battle, he had me down, I was laughing and in tears. He had all his weight on my chest with my hands caught under him. In desperation with almost nothing left to give, I lifted my head and kissed him!
He screamed, “Did you get lipstick on me?” I didn’t, but I wasn’t going to tell him that, this was my opportunity and I took it. I was a kissing machine gun and got him good, leaving him covered in lipstick.
Victory and the revelation of my superpower was my destiny, I won the fight and now every time we play, the one thing he’s afraid of (at least for now) is my new superpower, LIPSTICK!
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“I like the poetry because it rhymes.”
Vegas Baby!
This was not Azul’s first trip to Las Vegas, but it was his most memorable. Starting with our early morning flight he kept repeating, “Vegas is better than Hawaii.” We hadn’t even arrived and he already came to that conclusion, a conclusion I didn’t confirm. That was his vacay mantra.
And then … it only got better. When we exited the plane, his six year-old eyes filled with excitement, he looked at all the slots and poker machines flashing and ringing and said, “Wow, see Mommy, Vegas is better than Hawaii!” Next we had lunch, checked-in to our room (which was not all that exciting to him), and hit the strip.
And then … “This is some kind of paradise!” he exclaimed as we walked into Hershey’s World. He left with a tub of Bubble Yum and a huge grin on his gum chewing face, after all, we just visited paradise.
And then … the next day when we hit the strip again, we crossed the street to the M&M and Coke Worlds. This may not seem like a big deal to some, but when you get your first taste of Coke from a bottle, a bottle that is all yours, it is amazing. Azul has never had a Coke, a few sips from a watered down soda or an “all natural” soda was his only coke-like experience. That place was crazy and he wanted to stay, but since we were unable to make that store our home away from home, we took our Coca-Cola and left.
And then … we walked directly into the M&M store. (I’m sorry, “world,” I was corrected many times by my young Vegas tour guide who has now proclaimed all candy/soda shops “worlds.”) He paused in order to absorb it all. I grabbed his hand and said, “Come on, let’s check it out.” He giggled and replied, “Vegas is better than Hawaii.”
And then … the day Azul was very excited for finally came upon us, we jumped on the Monorail and went to a magic show. His favorite trick was when Mac King asked for a young brave volunteer, Azul did raise his hand but was not picked. By the end of the trick, with anticipation built, the highly skilled magician made a bear (which was a person dressed in a bear costume) jump out of a tent and scare the boy volunteer. To a six year-old boy that was hilarious! At the end of the show Azul met Mac King and got his autograph and in his own words “that was super cool!”
And then … the last day was reserved for Circus Circus. As we walked up the sidewalk toward the kids’ casino, Azul looked up and said, “I think I’m going to like gambling!” And he was right. From the moment we walked in he was giddy with anticipation, and began jumping up and doing his shooting and karate moves. He just couldn’t help himself, even getting change was exciting! A couple of hours later we left with a large clear plastic bag full of stuffed animals and once again the vacay mantra, “Vegas is better than Hawaii!”
And then … my most memorable moment was when he ordered a “version” strawberry daiquiri. He has always been comfortable in ordering for himself and the new-found love for a “version” was awesome.
And then … I heard the replay of all his favorite moments over and over, making this his most memorable trip to Vegas.
Carmelina Hart 