I don’t dress up like Spiderman or spend hours pretending to be Marshall from Paw Patrol.
I don’t set up Batman houses and have fake battles between Robin and Captain America.
And I definitely don’t scream “HULK SMASH” at the top of my lungs while jumping off the couch.
But, after watching my youngest son’s imaginative play, day after day, I started to realize… Wow, our lives are pretty parallel. Just in different ways.
Some days I wake up and feel like I have my Superhero pants on.
I get my 5 AM workout in, drink 32 ounces of water before I even shower, clean the kitchen, throw a load of laundry in, pack the kid’s lunches, get them dressed and out the door EARLY and spend my entire day productively getting work done like I just became the next President.
Those are my “Superhero Days”, as I call them.
I hit my alarm clock at least 16 times before I actually roll out of bed. I struggle to remember that showering is actually required if you want to smell clean. I would rather lay on the couch eating Oreos than even utter the words “exercise”. And I spend my entire day thinking about all the things I have on my plate and then, I do none of them.
I realized that some days I am a Superhero and some days… I am a lot more like Eeyore.
But what I didn’t realize… is that when my son has his “Eeyore” days? I don’t offer up very much grace.
I expect him to wake up and be a Superhero. Every. Day.
And when he decides that his day is turning out to be an Eeyore day… I get frustrated with him.
Yet, I expect for my husband and kids to give me grace on my Eeyore days. I expect for them to understand and trend lightly around me.
I expect others to offer me grace on those days, so it’s only fair that I offer him that same grace.
So here’s to learning to offer our children grace when every day isn’t a Superhero day!