“It’s just an in-the-moment-intuition-kind-of-thing. A mommy superpower.”
There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.Ecclesiastes 3:1
I am going to start out by being completely honest — I have no idea what I am doing most of the time. Okay, like all of the time. When I sit down and actually think about what I am supposed to do, I am clueless! But then something happens, intuition kicks in, and bam — I am doing it.
My husband thinks it is some sort of superpower I developed during the trauma of childbirth. You know, kind of like how Spider-Man was bitten by a spider and developed web-shooting wrists and spidey-senses. Only cooler than that.
I remember when we were discharged from the hospital. My husband and I looked at one another like,
“UM, what? They trust us to bring this two-day old human home? Do they know we have zero training? Is this actually legal?”
We were terrified.
And already exhausted.
But, we made did it. We packed up, hopped in the car, and welcomed the newest member of our family into her forever home.
We smiled as we placed our sweet newborn in the swing sitting in the corner of the living room. We talked about how nice it was to finally be a family of three in the comfort of our own home. We absolutely relished those first few moments of pure bliss.
Oh, but it did not last long.
We quickly realized we no longer had four extra hands or someone to ask those “is it normal for the baby to do this” questions. We were on our own, and boy was it daunting.
Those newborns are fragile, man. I was terrified of messing up, not doing enough, and not knowing what to do. Was I ready for this?!
I definitely had my doubts that first day home. Because I did not know anything about this baby. Sure, during pregnancy I took the baby care classes, read books, googled everything under the moon, and asked our family and friends for advice. But even after all that, I did not know anything about this baby.
Or so I thought.
It turns out I knew all about that baby, my baby, and I did not even realize it. That first night home, my mommy superpowers kicked in. She cried like all babies do. I’ve heard so many babies cry in my twenty-three years, but this was different. Her cries struck a part of me I didn’t know existed. Hearing her cry was almost painful, and it often brought me to tears, too.
I don’t mean her cries were deafening or sounded strange — I mean my natural response was different. I needed to fix it, and I needed to fix it now.
I jumped right in and knew what her cries meant. I could tell when she was crying because she was hungry. I knew when she was crying due to overstimulation. I recognized her cries of loneliness — when she wanted to be pulled close to me like she was inside the womb again.
I don’t know how I learned these things. I didn’t take notes or study her cries. And it didn’t take me weeks or months to develop the ability to read her cries, either. I also wouldn’t be able to listen to an audio recording of her different cries and pick out which one is which. It’s just an in-the-moment-intuition-kind-of-thing. A mommy superpower.
I could probably list a dozen other “superpowers” my husband claims I have when it comes to being a mom. I can also list two dozen things I absolutely struggle with when it comes to being a mom.
I think all mamas have mommy superpowers. I don’t think we all have the same superpowers, but we all have them. Just like Superman, we all have our kryptonite.
So what mommy superpowers do you have?