I am chuckling because I just got done untying a knot in a blanket. While tidying up the living room, I discovered a tangled mess that is supposed to be a large rectangle suitable for covering the top of a bed.
My older son enjoys making his blanket into a superhero cape. He ties a good knot, so even with the thickness of the blanket material I have trouble tugging the ends apart.
As I pull and wheedle the blanket free, I envision my wonderful boy dressed for the part: my Superhero Son. He jumps from his bed with purpose. He enters the room with confidence. He delights in his role.
Sometimes he uses a camouflage blanket for added stealth. He cloaks himself for full body invisibility by tucking the 'cape' and becoming a lump on the floor or couch.
Other times, he goes about his normal business of playing and he is his normal Clark Kent-self.
And as I manage to return the blanket to the bed in its' normal flattened shape, I recognize something in myself. And I wonder in my journey as a Mother and a Medium, which one is my Superhero role and which one is my Clark Kent role?
My older son enjoys making his blanket into a superhero cape. He ties a good knot, so even with the thickness of the blanket material I have trouble tugging the ends apart.
As I pull and wheedle the blanket free, I envision my wonderful boy dressed for the part: my Superhero Son. He jumps from his bed with purpose. He enters the room with confidence. He delights in his role.
Sometimes he uses a camouflage blanket for added stealth. He cloaks himself for full body invisibility by tucking the 'cape' and becoming a lump on the floor or couch.
Other times, he goes about his normal business of playing and he is his normal Clark Kent-self.
And as I manage to return the blanket to the bed in its' normal flattened shape, I recognize something in myself. And I wonder in my journey as a Mother and a Medium, which one is my Superhero role and which one is my Clark Kent role?
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