New Moms: I’m Going to Be Supermom for Halloween
At 11-years-old I dressed up as a rock star for Halloween. Mami refused to spend $50.00 on a costume I’d only wear once, so I went to my closet for inspiration. I found a pair of black Levis and a black jersey tee. Mami gave me the cash to buy a bottle of temporary hair color from our local Rite Aid. And on that Halloween I stepped out of my NYC apartment with a fuchsia ponytail, a Halloween bag, and a pound of winter gear per Mami’s strict orders. She totally killed my rocker vibe.
My cousins, sister and I hit up the streets of Washington Heights to trick or treat. First stop: the bodega down the block. We passed by a group of teenage boys who made some rude comments I can’t recall, but I know what I felt – egg. That’s right, I said egg. All over the top of my head. One of the boys had wound up his arm like a New York Met and pitched an egg toward me like I was a batter from the Red Sox.
“OOOOOOW!” I cried. Yellow yolk dripped down my hair, passed the fuchsia and trickled down my right temple. And I literally cried. I turned around, tears rolling down my eyes and blending with yolk, and ran all the way home. That ended my love affair with Halloween.
Fast forward two decades later: I am a first time mom and this will be my baby boy’s first Halloween. At four months, he will be a 16 pound Superman. His dad and I, however, are taking a page from my 11-year-old self and putting together costumes from the clothes in our closet. We just don’t want to spend $50.00 on a costume we will only wear once. As Clark Kent, my fiance will don his gray slacks, a white button down, and the affordable Superman undershirt he purchased. I was going to go as Lois Lane, but maybe I’ll scrap that idea and go as Supermom.
Yes, Supermom – the undervalued superhero. The comic book world doesn’t honor her yet she appears everywhere. From the local grocery store to your very own backyard, moms are disciplining their kids, showering them with kisses, mending boo boo’s, balancing checkbooks, scrubbing bathtubs, cooking dinner, leading business calls, crafting personal blogs, and managing employees…sometimes all at once. Although I’ve only been an official mom for a few months, I feel like rocking a Supermom suit as proudly as I did that streak of fuchsia hair. Mostly because I’m trying really hard to be cool, put together, rock star mom. I’m trying to cater to my son’s every need, to be selfless, and for the first time to put my needs second, plus be a present, enjoyable and sexy partner to Dave while sleep-deprived. I also rather not lose my mind in the process. Just last week I woke up a few hours before Evan to flat iron my hair and did so while making breakfast. While straightening the hair on the back of my head, I noticed I had something in between my thighs – a spoon.
This is the funny and often stressful reality of motherhood. Still, I wouldn’t change a thing. The smile on Evan’s face when he wakes every morning is reason enough to sacrifice some of myself, even if it means celebrating Halloween again. So on October 31, 2016, Evan, Dave and I will dress up and take on the mean streets of Long Island. Let’s hope this time the eggs stay in the fridge.
Sujeiry Gonzalez (Love Sujeiry) is a love guru, author, and a radio show host on SiriusXM and reVolver Podcasts. Lover of all things love, authenticity and beauty, she founded LoveSujeiry.com where she keeps it real when dishing dating advice, and sharing the personal ups and downs of relationships, motherhood and a career in media..