What’s your superpower? Wait, you don’t have one…..I bet you do. I bet there is something that you can do that eludes most of us. I’m not going to suggest that you have a superpower that is yours alone. I’m sure there is some overlap of powers out there. So I just want you to take a minute and pat yourself on the back for whatever that thing is that you do better than most.
I think we spend so much time comparing ourselves to the flawless pictures on social media. It’s easy to get sucked into that black hole of beauty and expectation that surrounds us all in our daily lives. Far too easy to feel bad for not measuring up. We do it to ourselves and our children soak it in like little sponges. As a parent I try to tame my crazy critical self around my kids so they don’t take on my personal quirks and anxieties. Yes I purposely censor my inner critic and try to keep my own brand of crazy tucked in. It doesn’t always work. They’re on to me and I suspect they know I would like to lose twenty pounds though I have never said it aloud in front of them. I try to put the focus on the fact that I work out consistently, 3 to 4 times a week. I place emphasis on the fact that I am strong and healthy. I won’t even get into my inner turmoil over aging naturally or fighting it with modern science…..I debate this one on a regular basis and I’m still undecided.
But back to the superpower…..my superpower is my willingness to go outside of my comfort zone. I will offer help in situations that I have no idea how to handle. I am secure enough to admit when something is too far beyond my comfort zone and I will ask for help or admit my short coming. I do this as a volunteer and as a business owner. I know it’s a little shocking for someone to admit when they are in over their head but I’m here to tell you it is OK.
I have a small business (super tiny – one woman show small). I basically provide help to people (and their pets). It’s a simple business which genuinely strives to help people. I started it a couple of years ago when I found it daunting to try and get back into the working world. I had been a SAHM for over a decade and I really needed to work again. It’s just a tad hard to get a job after 10 years out of a career during a dismal job market. So I took some time and thought about what I wanted to do. I decided that I wanted to work part time and model humility and a work ethic to my children and I have done that.
Right now my primary client is an 88 year old woman with dementia and mobility issues. I check in on her every day for a couple of hours and make sure she is safe and comfortable. She lives with her daughter who works full time. There have been times when I have walked into a literal shit storm. One day this week my sweet client was trying to wash out her poop filled Depends in the bathroom sink. She was extremely distraught when I got there and my first priority was to get her away from the poop to avoid further contamination and get her clean and comfortable. She was so upset that she was crying and apologizing to me. I remained calm, kept eye contact with her and told her that is was OK and that is wasn’t her fault. I got her settled and cleaned the mess. The one advantage of dementia is that you forget stuff. Within an hour my sweet lady forgot about this horrid incident and we went on with our day.
Another challenge I had this week involved a hospice visit. I have been a hospice volunteer since 2008 and this new patient will be one of my toughest. The patient is 47 (my age) and has several adult children and an 11 year old son (same age as one of my kids). I dreaded our visit this week. I have lost friends this age to cancer, this one was hitting me close to home. I shed tears before I even met her. To top it off she wanted me to paint her toe nails which is something I generally suck at. But I showed up and offered to do it anyway and her toes looked pretty when I left. I soaked her feet and filed her nails. I rubbed lotion on her feet and we chatted like old friends. I left our visit uplifted which is the weird thing about hospice. It is incredibly rewarding in it’s own mystical way. I don’t question it. I just bring my willingness to go outside my comfort zone, my superpower. Tell me what is your superpower?