I think one of the nicest things about being a parent is being able to see the world through your child's eyes occasionally. Especially when you are stressed about how are we going to pay the bills this month, am I being a good mother, or how am I going to make it through another day without seriously killing someone..... seriously.... one of your kids shares their view of the world and suddenly those worries take back seat for a while and you can just smile.
Ethan and Caleb were playing with these purple satin shoulder wraps that I made for my sisters wedding that they love to use as doll blankets, king robes, sumo wrestling underwear... whatever. Today they were capes. Ethan says to me,
"Mom, I really want to learn how to fly for real"
I smile and think "so cute!" and then have to be the one to break it to him that people can't really fly and the only way we can is on airplanes. My son being the one to have a solution for every problem says
"Superman can fly. I will just learn from him"
Huh. That's a good point. Why do I have to be the bearer of bad news and tell my wonderfully imaginative son that superman is not real. I might as well smack him across the face. The divvying of the parental responsibilities has gotten a little skewed, I think. David taught him the ABC's, I teach him to pee standing up. David has the cool job at the airport that they like to talk about all day, I destroy his childhood dreams. This kind of sucks. Deep breath....
"Honey, Superman is not really real. He can't really fly. He is just a character that someone made up for pretend."
Look of absolute horror. I hate myself. But after a moment of letting it sink in, his expression suddenly changes to one of hope and excitement. I am confused....
"Wait, Mom.... I know what will fix this"
He runs into the toy room and promptly destroys it from the sound of things and then comes running out with his daddy's old batman cape. Of course, how silly could I be. He just had the wrong cape. Now certainly he can fly. But there is no way in hell I am going to tell him now that Batman couldn't really fly either but rather jumped off tall buildings using grappling hooks and ropes to keep his butt from splatting on the concrete. I'm only going to burst one bubble today
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