She Believes A Man Can Fly.

One of my favorite films of all time is Superman.  There are very few soundtracks that can still give me goosebumps – Superman is one of them.  Christopher Reeve will always be Superman to me.  35 years later, the film still holds up.

I never really thought about what it would be like to watch it with my children.   I just figured that one day, they’d see it.  Well, that day came.  Last night, my daughter watched the first hour of the movie with her father.  I wasn’t home at the time, which makes me a bit sad because I missed seeing the look on her face when she heard the theme music and the main titles flashing by on the big screen.  I missed her hiding under the blanket when Krypton exploded.  I heard all about it from my husband, but it just wasn’t the same.

So, today the three of us watched the rest of the movie while her little brother napped.   I got to see the expression on her face when Clark runs down the street, rips open his shirt and we see the Superman costume underneath.  I got to see my daughter’s face light up when she saw him rescue Lois Lane as she fell from the helicopter; I got to see her squirm with embarrassment and delight as Superman took Lois flying over Metropolis and they fall in love.

It was one of the most profound moments of my life as her mother.  I know it sounds absurd – she’s just watching  a movie – but this was (and still is), my all-time favorite film and to get to share that experience of seeing her watch it for the very first time was just … well, it was wonderful.  She was absolutely riveted.  Despite the fact that she didn’t stop asking questions throughout the entire movie, she wouldn’t take her eyes off the screen.

She’s hooked.