Thursday, January 15, 2009
Our boy, Bear, (he's almost 4) has been home from Ethiopia for a little less than a year now. In what seems like a short time, he has become deeply ingrained in all things Super Hero. Batman being his favorite.
He loves watching the cartoons, looking through the comic books and pretending to be Batman himself. Recently, he has even started putting this on Batman cape and standing in front of a fan watching it flutter.
As you can imagine, he and I spend many many conversations discussing these heros.
What color do they wear?
Who are the bad guys?
Why does Superman wear a cape?
What's on Batman's chest?
Why does Spiderman swing or Captain American run so fast.
Some of these questions are difficult to answer and I end up sounding like this, "Superman wears blue and red because...well...he's... Superman." Lame, I know.
Sometimes though, God gives us little gifts. The other night we had this conversation as I was serving his dinner.
Bear: "Why you wearing that shirt?" pointing to my sleeve as I put down his plate in front of him.
Me, trying to come up with some reason for my clothing selection of the day: "Because I'm the mom."
Bear: "You a Super Hero?"
Me, smiling to myself, "Well, somedays, son. Somedays I am."