Super-Powers

Momma often asks, "MattieDog why can't you clean up the house while I'm at work?" I look at her. She looks at me. I continue to look at her, tilting my head. She looks at me and eventually she concedes, stooping to pick up the random sock that I've dragged out to the living room floor.

Even if I could clean up the house, I sure wouldn't elect to do so. Lets face it, if we were given a super power, cleaning up the house would be fairly low on the list of good versus evil. Super powers... What would you do if you had a super power? Some folks would fly. Some would become invisible. Fly or invisiblity, these two super powers are often the debate of divine super-poweredness.

But, as crazy as momma is sometimes... she also rubs my tummy, smiling down at my face while she holds me tight and tells me, "You have changed my world." I stare at her, curious and wondering, 'What? What have I changed for you?' All the while a little confused. Questioning what could I, a little dog, offer to this person, the woman with the opposable thumb who does whatever she wants.. how could I 'change her life?'

She holds me tight, wipes away a tear of joy from her eye, leans closer and whispers in my ear, "you've made me a better person Mattie." And I know, by the tone of her voice, and the softness of her touch, that this is miraculous for her. I am her miracle.

I am her super-power.

Much love,
MattieDog