Supermom

Our family was recently hit by a fast-moving sickness. One minute you were fine, the next you were ill, and then an hour later, you are fine again.

David was the first victim. He became ill near dinner, got sick (threw up), and went to bed about an hour later right as rain. I, similarly, followed the same cycle a few days later in the afternoon. But poor Maryann got hit in the night.

Nighttime is the worst time to get sick. It’s dark, you’re tired, and the silence of the night makes every disgusting sickness-related noise you make seem ten times as loud as in the day.

Maryann was being a wonderful mother, feeding our little Benjamin in the middle of the night, when the sickness hit her. I awoke to her running through our bedroom towards the bathroom. After a few minutes of being sick, she wiped her mouth and returned to finish feeding Benjamin.

While her return trip wasn’t nearly as fast, nor were her knees as solid, it was at that moment that I was reminded that I live with Supermom! (Supermaryann just doesn’t have the same marketable ring to it.)


Sure, I know she does super things, but there is a distinct difference doing super things and being super (read: being Supermom); this is another practical example of the difference between “do” and “be” (link to previous post here).

I asked myself, “Self, would you have what it takes to do what she did?” I’m not sure if I would, but the question was flawed. I should have asked, “Self, are you the type of person that she is?”

Can you see the difference?

I can, and I’m grateful that I have a superhero in my home. Not only does my sweet wife do great things, but more importantly, she is great.

I'm grateful for the reminders that I come upon each day (like this one) which remind me to not only do more, but be better. I'm grateful for Chirst who makes lasting, meaningful change possible; He did/does great things, but more importantly, He is great.