I have the amazing privilege to be a mother to a superhero. It’s a tough life for him, saving the world everyday from the “bad guys.” But he does it, day in and day out. He puts on his rainbow cape, loading the back of his shirt with his many light sabers and pirate swords, has a backpack full of additional creative weapons and off he goes, into the dangerous basement, backyard, bedroom, or other bad guy hiding spots. My superhero only wears superhero clothing. The only shirts that are on his skin have primarily spiderman, batman or superman on them. His Nana keeps him adequately attired. He will only wear pants with many pockets, to hold his weapons, radios, bombs, and treats of course! Sometimes, he allows even his sisters to be his superhero sidekicks. He also loves to show us how all of his muscles are becoming “super-sized!”
As a mother, I hope these days never end. His imaginary play is so much fun to observe and be a part of. For the past several months, Andrew has asked for a superhero bedtime story. So each night, I dig up a creative story from the back of my brain to tell him. Our stories always involve a superhero kid named Andrew. We are currently on chapter 42. We have saved the world from evil villians in the water, the sky, the mountains, at school, on the streets, around the world, and especially, ones that attack his home. He is such a good kid. I love this little boy. He will be a superhero in today’s world, battling evil with good thoughts, deeds and actions. His powers will grow stronger over Satan and he will be a leader. I am sure a lucky mother. I love my superhero.