Last night I became a superhero.
How, you might ask.
It was late around 10:30, when I heard a knock on my door.
In walked my son with tears in his eyes and his bottom lip poked out.
He informs me that there’s a monster in his closet.
Now in my head I’m wondering how he walked past the closet and to my room without getting eaten.
Instead of voicing that I did what any sensible mom would do.
I put on my Uggs because come on every soldier needs boots, I grabbed the closest thing to resemble a sword, and I march towards the room.
Outside the door I whisper for my son to be very quiet before jumping through the door yelling as loud as I can, “ALRIGHT NOW MONSTER SHOW YOURSELF!”
I was rewarded with silence.
I look back at my son who looks at me and shrugs.
Apparently monsters are afraid of mommy’s.
I motion for him to turn around. This might get ugly.
The next couple of minutes was an intense battle of shadow fighting and strange noises that I had no idea I could make.
In the end I became victorious and the monster under the bed was no more.
Tucking my son in I asked him what was the lesson we learned tonight.
He sweetly replied, “Don’t mess with mommy,” before falling asleep.
