My Superhero moment was more mindset. Last summer my kids were outside playing on tree stumps that my husband was cutting up for firewood. They were playing 'island' and hopping from one stump to the other. Who's idea was this game? Why, Daddy's of course! And that's another story alltogether! Anyway, my son, 3 at the time, missed his 'island' and hit his head on a sharp corner of one of the stumps. My daughter ran into the house and cried, "Sam's bleeding!"
I instantly shifted into this superhero mommy mode. Mommy commando. I wish I could explain this mindset more accurately. I was cool and calm and focused. I rushed out, grabbed my son, brought him inside and grabbed a clean dish towel. I inspected the cut, yup, stitches were needed. Sam was bleeding everywhere, all over both of us. I calmly instructed my husband to grab my purse (Sam's insurance card was in there) and get to the car, we're going to the hospital. My husband was borderline hysterical - we hit just about every light on that 5 minute trip there. But I was in control of my wits. I held Sam like I was a no-nonsense triage nurse in the middle of a raging war.
Of course, after we sat in the waiting area for 20 minutes, that cool calm superhero mom slowly turned into jello legs. But I recognize it HAD been there. I've got it in me when I need it. Sam walked away fine with only 3 stitches and a very humbled apology from his Daddy.
I'm not looking forward to the next time I need it, but it's nice to know It's lurking there somewhere.