Mommy Senses

Somewhere in the land of fairy tales between Lollips and Neverland, there once was a girl…well, you know how it starts. I imagine this is how the tale of Mommy Senses also starts. You see, I’ve heard rumors of their existence for years. My Mom had them. Her Mom had them. And her Mom before that. They probably know more about me than I’ll ever know (or want them to for sure). And I don’t know how or when it happened, but I got my own superhero-like set of mommy senses recently. No, I’m not talking about running faster than sound or stopping a speeding bullet…okay, so maybe I am. But I'm definitely talking about the kind of senses a mommy gets when she knows what her kids are doing even when she doesn’t know they're doing.

You know what I’m talking about. The way she can hear a noise coming from another room and she instantly knows you’re in her jewelry box. Or she feels the hair stand up on the back of her head the moment you’re falling off the bed. Or even how she knows to bring a rag and the mop just from the way you said “mooo-om”. There's even that moment where you just think about jumping in the mud puddle and she's already grabbing your hand.  Yep, Mommy Senses. If only we could bottle and sell the stuff.

My husband swears I’ve been honing my Mommy Senses on him since we got married…maybe even before that. He says I can spot a lie or even a half-truth within 2.4 seconds. And even if I can’t, the fact that he thinks I can is fine by me. I’d like to keep it that way, LOL. And as far as the kids are concerned, they better believe I have super powers. Yep, me, Santa and the Easter Bunny, just to name a few. So the next time you’re around, observe for yourself…and behold the powers of Mommy Senses.

I’m just sayin’.