One of the best parts about being a mom is that I get to be a superhero. My kisses heal the worst scrapes and cuts out there (with some help of neosporin and a character band aid). I can coax giggles at the right times. And I can soothe a little boy into dreamland with stories...most of the time!
Tonight Xander woke up screaming with a nightmare. We get a few of these a month. I understand, because I had a lot of them as a kid too and still have incredibly vivid dreams. I have discovered that this too is a chance to be a superhero: I cuddle my little man close and rock him a bit, while whispering gently in his ear. Soon, the nightmare is gone and he is drifting happily back to sleep.
It rocks being a superhero!