By definition, a superhero is someone who has the ability to swoop in during times of greatest despair, when no one else can possibly help stop the dangerous and daunting trouble at hand, and has the power to single-handedly save the day.
No matter what mood I’m in, no matter what type of day I’ve had, and no matter how good I may already be feeling, my nephews always manage to make me feel even better. They make me (yes, little ol’ me) feel like a celebrity when I walk into their house. I’m the safest citizen in all of the city.
“Aunt Mimi’s here!” they shout, and faster than a speeding bullet, run toward me. (Unless of course the Wii or the iPad are in use.)
I’m greeted by grins and hugs (charged with more love – and a million times stronger – than the man of steel himself could give), and I’m informed about their adventures from pre-school, given demonstrations on how to play a favorite memory game, or shown a new toy train that “goes by itself.” We count and spell, and they ask a million questions about what things are and what they mean and how they work…
So today, I am thankful for my nephews, the superheroes in my life.
The Jersey Girl