Super Dada and Wonder Mommy

Kevin and I have lately acquired powers that we did not know we possessed.  Sam woke up the other morning with a painful stuffy nose and told me to "get my nose better, Mama."  Suddenly I seem to possess special healing and/or comforting powers as the case requires.  Kevin, who has always been handy around the house when it comes to assembling toys or furniture, super-gluing broken objects, and making minor repairs, is finally getting the credit he deserves. "Da-da will fix it," a little voice will confidently proclaim whenever a cheaply made car comes apart or a clumsily handled sticker tears. This is the phase that I suppose I will be wistful for when teenage Sam someday finds me to be backward and uncool.  These phases are fleeting and fascinating.  I'm trying not to be sad about their passing especially since an equally interesting phase takes its place or is on its way.  For today I will just enjoy being Wonder Mommy.