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!
Sometimes it is a free-for-all at my house while Azul and I are trying to entertain ourselves. This afternoon, it led to two “nevers” (those moments you never thought you would ever experience) in one interaction. One came from me and the other from Azul. He was playing “disguise;” I was told to stay in the living room — okay easy — while he was sneaking from bedroom to bedroom finding the perfect way to fool me. When he finally revealed himself to me, he had on a hat, sunglasses, and lipstick all over his mouth. He asked, “Do you recognize me?” After laughing out loud at my son, I said, “No! There is a stranger in my house.” This got the game really going and he ran back to the bedrooms giggling with a new idea. A few minutes passed, and the second time he came out he had added to his wardrobe. Now, he had on a pair of my platform sandals and a bra, and here comes the first never. I never thought I would hear my son singing repeatedly, “I get to wear the chi-chis! I get to wear the chi-chis!” At this point we are both laughing uncontrollably and I did help him adjust his bra, or “chi-chis,” so I could take a picture. And that’s when the second never happened. I came in close to help him, saw it and said, “Oh, my love, you got lipstick on my bra!” I couldn’t help thinking, I can’t wait for daddy to get home.