Super hero

Separation anxiety is real. 

Ambitions and affection are in conflict sometimes(read: most of the time)

Insecurity and desires are endless.

Cost benefit analysis doesn’t always make you feel the best at that moment. 

But, here it is anyway: I don’t need a pay check that bad, but I know you’ll be proud of my mission one day. 

Miss you, my super hero. 

I wake up (hundredth time for the night), only to know that my ride to the airport disappointed me. In tears was I in the wee hours of the morning. Daddy super hero motivates me to drive, but is up and running in no time, knowing I’d prefer the fall back option. 

”Sometimes, I fall for you to catch me”

Finding comfort in your reassurance=spoilt.

With shaking fingers and wavering mind, driving was not my forte that day. I was secretly hoping for one extra hour with the heroes?

My super hero wakes up crying, searching for the missing mama on bed. I went running to him and said “ Honey, my taxi didn’t show up. Can you give me a ride to the airport?”. On his toes was he, though still very drowsy..he said “yes mommy,come on..let’s go”. 

Not a hint of disappointment for waking up early, not a hint of “having second thoughts”. Such an unwavering faith and trust we share.  My determined super hero is there for the rescue. 

At the airport — I see he is about to cry, his tone weakening with the words “I want to come with you too, ma”. But, ultimately, he rubs his eyes, pretend to smile as he sends me off. 

I can’t master that dynamic handling of a stressful situation yet.

May God bless all the little super heroes.