I had a lovely exchange with my 15 year old, Lucy (Blog Hijacker in Training) in which she told me that I was her hero. (I know. Shut up.)
"You can do so much, Mom. You are fun to be with. You are so generous with your time…."
She might have said more. I don't know because I was focusing so hard on keeping the tears from flowing. (I am a very SLOPPY crier. My nose gets red and my eyes get swollen and close up. It's not a pretty picture, but that's not important right now.)
As a parent, this is just one of those moments where you think, "Wow. It was worth every minute of grief for this."
And then, because I'm me, I started to fantasize about exactly what my superpowers would be and of course, what I would wear. =D
The Astonishing Kind Philanthropist.
Yes, that sounds like me, doesn't it?
Except for the tiny waist and of course, I would never be barefoot. I'd insist on some great RED boots. 😉
Go create your own superhero at The Hero Factory. Come back and tell me who you'd be.