I never thought I would have the responsibility of raising a superhero.
I lead a pretty average life living north of Boston with my husband, three year old son and twelve year old dog. I get up each day wishing I had gone to bed just a little bit earlier, I make myself a cup of coffee and begin the day. My days are spent working in and out of the house and always wanting more time to do both.
You can imagine my surprise when I realized my son really was a superhero.
A three year old superhero is something of an anomaly. At first he simply started flying around the house with his cape and mask. I thought all kids did this, but then I realized no one had taken the time to teach him how to fly. I couldn’t ignore the truth any longer when his super human strength was discovered. He figured out how to open up all of the doors, even with the safety devices meant to keep him at bay. I marveled at this feat wondering what would come next….
I always knew he had the ability to make friends with the friendless, but then I started to see his amazing ability to help those in need, and not so in need. He now holds doors open, takes out the trash, feeds the dog, waters the plants… you name it he is there without even being asked.
After the shock wore off and I came to grips with the fact that I was in fact raising a superhero, I started to feel a great sense of responsibility. I mean in today’s day in age, is there still room for superheroes? Will he be treated with the respect that he deserves for being such a decent and kind “human being”?
I want him to take on the world, but I also want him to enjoy the joys of just being three. I want him to know that not everyone is like him and he will face hardships, but not to let that make him cynical or cruel. I want him to know that he really can change popular opinions and systems that he cares about; it might take time, hard work, and some sweat and tears… but as a superhero, you possess that ability.
Above all I want him to be proud of himself because I am already so proud of him and can’t wait to see how his powers develop over the years.
As Christopher Reeves said, I think a hero is an ordinary individual who finds the strength to persevere and endure in spite of overwhelming obstacles. They are the real heroes, and so are the families and friends who have stood by them. (as quoted at the Christopher Reeve Foundation).
To all the parents raising superheroes out there I salute you, keep up the good work of letting all the little superheroes save the day!