Dear Daughter, I’m Not A Superhero
Like most evenings, I was rushing through my three kids’ bedtime routine—aching for just a bit of me-time to watch Scandal or catch up with Instagram before dozing off.
I lay in almost complete darkness beside my four-year-old. I wasn’t fully present as she ran her soft, little fingertips through my cheeks. I was counting down the minutes and summoning the last bit of patience when she suddenly said,
“Mami, you’re my superhero”.