For most of my sons lives, it's been just the 3 of us.
That wasn't 'the plan',
but that was the reality.
As tough as certain days were
(ok, weeks and months too),
I wouldn't have missed it for the world.
How wonderful to have sons
who think I was a "Super Mom'
and one who wrote in his card -
"I think I know where my obsession
with super heros came from -
being raised by you.
I had to find out how you were able to do it all!
Still don't know if it was a radioactive spider bite,
gamma rays, mutation,
or if you're an alien.
But you'll always be 'Super"
Dontcha love it!?