Supermama

One day, our most beautiful in the whole world and I were coming back from the park. She was about twenty months old. I was carrying her in my arms, and we needed to cross the street when I awkwardly stepped, twisting my leg and starting to lose my balance. The entire event was very brief but felt like an eternity. I tried to regain my balance, but I knew I wouldn't succeed. I was already on my knees, falling over my little girl while holding her. In that never-ending fall, I managed to place my hands under her head to prevent her from hitting her head on the pavement. We fell right onto the street. Fortunately, there were no cars. Somehow, I managed to lift us both up in a second and pull us onto the sidewalk. She wasn’t even scared, didn’t cry. She was in my embrace. At that moment, I realized that moms are actually true superheroes. Moms are supermoms. I am a supermom.