A new kind of Super Hero...

"or just every competent Mom. Nothing compares to the feeling of sinking into bed, sheets freshly changed, and not even drifting to sleep..just falling into nothingness till the next cry, Mom...and I'll jump, literally..awake, aware, knowing what needs to be done. 

Those are the days I live for.  Everything just happens like its supposed to. Baby follows me as I clean, we chat about anything and everything. She wanders curiously...poking here, throwing a toy, making a ruckus. When it's time to vacuum...she freezes, looking up at me as I drag the beast out of the front hall closet. Eyes wide, mouth slightly agape...she's terrified. I plug it in. She starts to shake. When her lips begin to quiver I walk over and pick her up. Before turning on the machine, I try to introduce her, again. I want her to touch it. She wont. So I do, I poke at it, bite it, trying to show here there's nothing to be afraid of. To no avail. She wants no part. I can sweep or I can lug this trembling 20lbs. through the house as I vacuum and thats just what I do. Somehow the vacuum is not scary if Mommy is holding her. As soon as I turn it off she gets down. Shes' back to romping, standing a little, taking a couple steps, crawling away. Finally she chases me and when I stop she climbs my leg, looking up impatiently, she yowls "Mooom"......"Yes, Pumpkin?" "Up.."