Why the World Needs Superman.

I’m no Lois Lane.  I’m not even sure this post will be coherent.

It’s not even really about the events in Boston this week, though certainly that is on my mind.  I’m thinking about things in broader terms.

Our world needs more heroes, our kids need heroes.

Sometimes I wish I was one of them.

I read a great article this morning describing how and why the Boston hospitals were ready for the shocking turn of events during the Marathon.  Emergency responders didn’t blink; they did their job and they did it remarkably well.  I envy those emergency personnel.  It takes a very special breed of person to face such carnage, put it aside and save the life of another human being.  I would hope that any one of us could do that if faced with the same devastation, but I worry that I would just freeze. Stop. Panic.

This week, my husband bought our daughter a CD player.  I came home one evening and she was listening to the Superman soundtrack.  Upon hearing the swelling orchestral music of John Williams, I was transformed to a little girl with goosebumps, eyes wide open, jaw on the floor, watching Superman (Christopher Reeve) save the day.  She’s too young to see the movie, but I can’t wait to see her face as she watches Superman fly for the first time.  It is the greatest superhero movie of all time (in my opinion) and there are still times now, as an adult, that I wish he were real.


You betcha!

I want my kids to stay innocent forever.    They don’t need to know that an 8-year-old boy died this week, or that some crazy person opened fire on a daycare killing 20 children last winter. Hell, I don’t even want to know that this shit happens anymore.

I want to know that there are superheroes in this world. They might be doctors, nurses, moms and dads.  I want to hear more about those people. They deserve the headlines and the accolades, not the cowards.

It’s up to us to make that happen.  I just wish I knew how.



I write this as my daughter paints.  She loves painting and I love watching her creations come to life, more so today than any other day.  She has been sick all week with a high fever and cough, (likely Influenza A), and today is the first day in a week that she has expressed a desire to do something other than lie on the couch.

To my eye, this looked like a self-portrait.  So, I asked her, “Is that a picture of you?”

“No, Mommy.  It’s a zombie.”

???  A zombie?

“Who taught you about zombies?”  I asked.

“Westin,” was her answer.  A boy in her class.

Gone is my control of what she learns and when she learns it.

When does a child lose their innocence?  Seems like a silly question after the events this past week.  Certainly there are many children whose innocence was lost at that elementary school.  I am grateful my daughter is young enough to be oblivious to the news.  My husband and I were very careful not to discuss it at all around her.  In fact, we barely discussed it at all.  I couldn’t read my twitter feed, nor Facebook.  It was  just too much.

Instead, I held my children extra tight that evening, grateful that they were safe.  I’ll contemplate that question of  innocence on another day.  For now, she is here, healthy again, painting in her smock and happy.  On this Sunday afternoon, that’s enough for me.