The other night, during the harvest moon, I slept outside with my son. We’d just watched Spiderman:Homecoming (awesome) and we had the kind of conversation that only seems possible on warm summer evenings. I luxuriated in the banter over which super hero we’d be, as ourselves, in their costumes and with their powers. It was thoughtful and carefully deliberated and after talking through all the Avengers, we settled on the hero we’d picked initially. We talked about other super cool stuff like flying cars, inventions that would make us rich and who we’d take to a dance if we absolutely had to or else we wouldn’t be allowed to create inventions that would make us rich…
It’s moments like these that need to be taken and remembered. It’s what keeps us young and connected to our kids who are growing faster than the weeds in the backyard where we pitched our tent.
The other day I heard an interview on a local radio station with John Marcotte, the founder of heroicgirls.com talking about the lack of female heroes in popular culture. He spoke about how it’s incredibly hard to find a toy of Black Widow from the Avengers, on her own, while all the male heroes have a multitude of toy options. I got thinking about that and it inspired the card I made for our daughter who just turned 12. This is what I wrote on the back of the card to her:
We live in a world that loves heroes. We wrap them up and package them for others to buy because in many ways we want to be like them, heroes standing up for what’s right. Fighting for good over evil. Having some kind of super power. Well, if I could, I’d make and wrap up millions of you and give them out to kids around the world because you embody the characteristics that so many people strive for. Honesty. Fairness. Compassion. You make us laugh. You make us proud. You possess wisdom beyond your years and a humour that bonds people together. And all that after just 12 years. Happy Birthday to the most real superhero I know.