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.

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.

Naive?

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.