The Slow-Cooked Sentence


Rachael Conlin Levy
When I learned I would be breastfeeding a fourth (and final) child, I wanted just one shirt emblazoned with these words: I make milk. What’s your superpower? Today’s guest post by my wonderful friend Kyndale is a one-two punch for multitasking moms. Come on, ladies, let me hear you roar!

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I am a superhero and I have super powers.

I can jump over and ignore piles of laundry in a single bound. WHOOSH!! I can heal real and imaginary wounds with just a kiss and a hug. ZAP!! I can whip up a meal plan and grocery list in mere seconds. POW!! I can read the same book 100 times in a row without getting dry throat. BOOM!!

Flash back 11 years ago, before kids. I was just a mortal. A pupa of a human being waiting to undergo my metamorphosis. How can anyone know what their life will become after children? It’s a door that cannot be opened before it appears.

Eleven years has passed so quickly, as if I’ve been in a time warp. I have given birth to three children, breastfed for more than 9 years, and cleaned up more spilled _______ than humanly possible. I can live for days, weeks, months and years without proper sleep and still operate a toaster oven or drive a car while maintaining my lane. It even amazes my superhero self.

I am dumbfounded and bewildered that the love for my children is boundless even in the face of unthinkable sassiness, rambunctiousness and mischievous behavior. I attribute my ability to get past these and other daily doings to my super powers. How can it be explained otherwise?

I have accepted my super powers as a gift — privilege — and choose to live in obscurity, blending in to society under the disguise of stay-at-home mom. At times, someone will slip kryptonite into my smoothie. That’s when self-doubt creeps in and my super powers fade. I have learned to breathe again, pick myself up and put my uni-tard back on.

Just the other day, I was laying in bed watching my littlest sleep, breathing in his sweet and tangy boy smell (with my super smelling powers of course), a delightful smell that only I can appreciate. As he woke , he smiled and said, “I love you Mommy.” Seriously, that was the first thing that came out of his little lips! It’s moments like these that my purpose is clear.

Yes, I am a superhero!

About the writer: Kyndale aka Supermom is a stay-at-home mom of three super kids. She enjoys knitting, sewing, gardening, and crafts. She writes about her adventures as a Supermom on her blog, Earthy Crunchy. She lives in Sparks, Nevada.

9 responses to “Unmasked”

  1. Marty E. says:

    This is a great post! Thanks for taking the time to write and share these thoughts. With three kids and another on the way, that's a superpower, too.

  2. Linda says:

    Super heroine, Kyndale. This post is delightful and it makes me want to look for my cape.

  3. When I was nursing I always felt like answering the How Are You question with "I've sustained life today, and you?"

  4. What a fantastic way to put it all.
    great post Kyndale!

  5. Kerry says:

    Supermoms unite! This is so terrific! Thanks!

  6. awesome post, kyndale. humorously written and so completely understood. (i nodded through the whole post.)

  7. thank you all, I have a large smile on my face 🙂

    xo Kyndale

  8. eringoodman says:

    i totally agree with nicola.

    i was giggling and nodding along as i was reading.

    beautifully done.


  9. That was great Kyndale! You are a super mom and I loved how you wrote this.

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