Mitmit

My husband is a huge fan of heroes- from the great heroes of Marvel Comics to the insignificant heroes in some silly cartoon. If you have been watching enough super hero movies, you’d realize that no matter how heroic or lame the super hero is, they will never fail to come clad in costumes. And no matter what super powers these heroes have, they all exist to do one thing- SAVE THE WORLD.

After I giving birth to my daughter (which is one of the most amazing experiences in my life) my daily routine was turned inside out like wet clothes hanging out to dry. She was my little dictator and I played the part of the servant. One cry brought me to her instantly and many cries drove me to my knees. On a particular day she wasn’t feeling well so she bawled the whole day. I on the other hand, wailed in fatigue. I was desperate for sleep but found no opportunity, I wanted a break but the only thing breaking was my nerves. I became “the world” and I needed “saving”. Where was my hero?

I cried, I gave myself pep talks and I prayed… God did answer my prayer for soon my hero came. Dressed in a striped shirt & working pants he entered the house, earlier than usual and in my most desperate hour. He changed into his hero costume instantly- an old T-shirt with holes and baggy pants. I don’t know any other hero that dresses so casually but I tell you mine sure looked good. He carried my daughter so I could catch some sleep; I never felt more gratitude than that moment. That’s not all my hero can do, he buys baby stuff for the hundredth time because I forgot to write down the item in my list, he makes sure I get breakfast in the morning because I can’t drive till my tail bone heals and he folds the clothes, mops the floor and cooks.

Like every damsel in distress, I like being saved. So, I decided to keep this hero by my side, alter ego and all in case I need saving again. So ladies, look carefully when you are searching for a hero. They don’t all come in fancy costumes. For all you know, yours might dress up in slippers and Bermudas. As long as he cooks, it really doesn’t matter if he wears singlet and Ah Beng pants, does it?