Raising Super Heroes

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAAs any mom of boys can tell you, super heroes are awesome to little boys.  There are the crazy powers, the cool gadgets, the fantastic costumes, but best of all is belief that when you are a super hero you can do anything.

Granted sometimes that belief can backfire on you, like when Thumper was three years old and jumped off the top bunk bed because he believed his Batman underwear would give him the power to fly.  I thought for sure we were going to emergency room that day for a broken leg.  I called my husband at work crying that Thumper couldn’t walk, was wailing hysterically and to get home NOW because we needed to get to the hospital.

Thirty minutes later a frantic hubby raced into the house only to find our “Little Batman” was now limping around after having an ice pack applied to his leg for 20 minutes.  A half an hour later and it was like he had never taken that scary jump.  That was the day my little boy learned that he could not fly no matter what underwear he was wearing and to never, ever, ever do that again!

But boys and super heroes can not be held down for long.  Every Halloween both boys wanted to be a different super hero, which means we now have quite the collection of super hero costumes.  The small ones that Thumper has outgrown were quickly replaced by his older brother’s larger sized ones.  Some days Thumper wants to be Captain America, some days it is Robin, and then some days it is the grown-up version of Dick Grayson, Nightwing.  On top of costumes there is the wonderful collection of super hero pajamas.

Thumper has been known to go to the super market, the hardware store, and even Costco in full costume.  I always love the look on peoples’ faces as we do our shopping.  Some will look and smile to see a cute little boy living out his imagination, others will just sort of shrug their shoulders as if to say, “Hello, Halloween was six months ago,” while others will look and raise their eyebrows in clear judgment which lets me know that they would never let their kids leave the house looking like that.

DCIM100SPORTI admit that I was a little embarrassed the first time I finally relented and let Thumper leave the house in costume, but he was so happy.  When he stood up in the shopping cart and threw his arms open wide like he was flying while I rolled him along, my embarrassment quickly faded away and I was suddenly wearing a smile as big as his.  Childhood is so brief and imagination so precious that I will never ever try to squash it.

Now when I go out with my little super hero I look people right in the face and give them a big smile when they look our way.  Since smiles are contagious they almost always smile back.  Some even stop to tell me about their own love of super heroes or to say hello to which ever persona Thumper might be that day.  One sweet old guy even put up his fingers one time to pretend to shoot “Batman” but Thumper loudly announced that he was wearing his force field that day and then knocked the gentleman out with his invisible bat-a-rangs.

It isn’t easy raising super heroes, I don’t know how Alfred did it all those years, but the life of a super hero caretaker is never boring.

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