Had someone told me before my daughter was born that I was superhuman with powers to bend time, energy and motion, I would have looked at them with some concern and even slight derision wondering what they wanted from me. Now though, I would accept it with a shrug of the shoulders and a joyous, ‘of course, I am a mother’.This is how it went…As I lifted my daughter up, she struggled, wanting to get down. She was slipping like a fish out of my hands and voila, in that microsecond, I shoved the heavy coffee table with a leg and tried to change the projectile’s (my daughter ;-)) direction to minimise the damage. And indeed, damage there still was…. a bleeding gum but I shudder to think what it would have been, had she landed on the table’s sharp corner.This was, of course, not the first time. I’ve kept her from falling from the bed in my sleep…No, I am not making it up! I’ve leapt, what seemed to me, a meter and a half to catch a framed poster that would have otherwise landed on my then 2-year-old munchkin much to the admiration of standersby (husband included ;-))PS: I would love to hear your stories of these magical micro-moments involving parenthood, partnership, friendship, work or whatever else that alter our perception so gently. Xoxo

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