Watch out Clark Kent

By now you have realized that I have a secret weapon. You must have. How else could I have come this far? Throughout all the years of sleepless nights and queasy mornings, how else could I have such a happy family?

Well, here it is: my secret weapon is my dear husband. My husband, Brewster, is a silent servant. He bops out of bed late at night at the littlest squeak of a child. He cleans up messes that most men would run the other way when confronted with. He changed so many cloth diapers that he can probably do it with is eyes closed and not pinch an inch. When we were dorm parents at Boston U in the late 70's, I worked every weekend at the hospital as an RN. When I was gone he would pack the two oldest children, one on his back and one on his hip and break up beer parties that were occurring left and right, nothing fazed him at all!

Not only do I have a husband who is a stealth Clark Kent, we also have a phone closet, just like Superman, who also finds his so helpful. Most people think that it is there because Brewster has poor hearing, but alas, we have fooled you. When he comes home, he goes in there and he becomes"Superman".

I am pretty quiet about my husband's excellencies because I really don't want everyone to know he is my secret weapon. Someone might try to steal him like our Hardy Boy books. Some foreign power, or lady, hearing about his special powers would mastermind a plan to come and steal him from me. So despite his Clark Kent looks, despite what you might see, when he is in our home, he is Superman.
In fact I really don't worry about other women, as it seems to me that when he is away from his children and his home the atmosphere works like Kryptonite on him, suppressing his supernatural powers. But once he hits his home base and that phone closet, his Tom Seleck looks and his superman strength come out of the closet fast!

One time when I use to work at the Sheraton Boston in college, all the city lights went out. Brewster gathered his roommates and they walked in mass to pick me up at 11:30 at night and make sure I got home safely.
Brewster was there to pick me up every Thursday and Friday night from the moment I had my first date with him, because he didn't like the way I had to walk home. He even set up a campus wide walking service to get gals home safe based on his concern that I get home safe. No one knew why the bus route went so far east, why it almost made it to the hotel I worked at, neat coincidence, right?
When the babies started coming very quickly in delivery and he was doing most of the work himself he was all supportive of me staying home and him being my delivery assistant. Nothing phased him. He said if I would give him children, I could give birth anywhere I wanted, even the Marriott if I wanted. That will be a later story :)


My husband doesn't take much time for himself. Many men wouldn't be happy in his shoes. He doesn't go to any football games and rarely takes time to watch them on TV. He loves to read, has thousands of books, but he listens to them when he drives to his office or works at his office instead. He rarely takes a day off, except Sundays. He does love to play with his children when he gets the time, and have political discussions with them, and other people. He loves the quiet of the morning when all are asleep, especially me, but he doesn't complain when the littlest child of the time crawls up and reads books with him on the sofa. When our oldest were little he played a whole game of monopoly with 4 of the children, the oldest being 7. My mom was visiting and she said she would have pulled her hair out after the first 5 minutes!

Well, now you know about my secret weapon, but remember he only turns into Superman for me.