Not All Superheroes Wear Cape
By: Perceptionist
Tags: Womanhood, Mothers, Feminism, Covid 19, Mothers Love

I’m not going to say that my life is a twisted tale because I’m going to leave it for you to decide yourself.

I’m a single mother of a ten-year-old boy. My little boy is everything to me as any child to their mom. He has Vitiligo. My caring husband left us just because of that one reason. Sometimes I get to think whether it is even a reason.

Yet reality always hit me hard right in my face. None of my tears were answered or wiped off timely. Ever since my husband left us, life turned out to be one long nightmare: a nightmare where one can’t wake up from.

Initial days were grueling that it felt like I carried all the wrath of this world upon my shoulders. Soon as my boy learned to walk, we’d to migrate to another city because of our lively neighbors scratching our scars, the deadly past haunting our present, and threatening our future. With all the needed escape velocity and courage, we shifted to a new city to start a new life where I safely landed in a just-about-perfect-job that earned our daily bread.

Weeks passed away like days and months like weeks. Like any evolution, I inherited the traits of a strong. While I was battling my inner demons, I also had to fight with womanizers who see women as just some parts of bones and flesh.

Meanwhile, my precious little one’s legs picked up tremendous speed in such a short span. After innumerous rejections, finally, a school gave my son a room to breathe and a space to study. Every time we’d to face rejection, I let my son not to mind or even hear the crooked perspectives of humans.

The school’s acceptance made me feel as if I floated on cloud nine. The beautiful smile on my boy’s face when he heard the good news, lit his face, and moved me to tears. Like a boat that just avoided back-to-back tidal waves, we finally witnessed the sunshine I always longed to give for my precious one. But, the happiness didn’t last long as it always does. All of a sudden, it felt like it’s all a momentary illusion: a ramshackle dream.

The news was all over like wildfire. COVID-19 has taken down the world by storm. It’s told that COVID-19 is repeating the history of Spanish Flu that happened in 1920. But it’s way too late for us. My boy was already at the center of it all. In other words, the worst-hit of humanity since the second world war has knocked at our door.

For the first day, it looked like a mild fever. On the second, running nose and nausea paired up. The following day, the headache became his new companion. For a jiffy moment, I didn’t consider myself lucky to be tested negative.

My efforts to keep him safe at home lingered away like a wisp of a cloud. In a few days, health officials took him to the hospital. Though I wanted to believe they would be taking good care of my precious one, my past experiences didn’t agree with my conscience. I remember his fragile face waning like a dead flower when they’re taking him out. He’s like a desperate leaf crushed to the ground.

I was helpless when they took him away from me. I yelled. I sobbed. All for nothing! When I wanted to join him, they left me behind. Maybe they didn’t have a choice just like me. Every moment that passed after he’s gone, only raged my adrenaline rush to do something crazy; do something that can take me to my boy. And I decided.

I came in contact with a COVID-19 positive patient voluntarily. Guess what? It worked. Though we’re not in the same room, we’re still nearby each other now. I could see him through a glossy glass door that tries to separate us like everyone else. As we’re not supposed to use mobiles inside, we’ve invented new games ourselves to while away our time here. If I say, you won’t believe me. It’s fun here amidst all this catastrophe!

Now when I look back, I just don’t remember the good stuff. And I believe that’s what exactly made me the strong mother I am now.

And my precious, he’s a born warrior. He fought death by his birth. He defended bullies all his life and will continue to do so.

We will move on. Whatever it takes!

To all moms out there,

If there’s anything I want to end with, I want to say that life doesn’t go on by itself. “Life goes on” is nothing but a bullshit myth.

At times, we got to move it!