Raising Superheroes.

I never realized that playing dress-up could be a part of raising boys. I thought, after walking aisle after aisle in toy stores, that that delightful part of growing up was simply reserved for girls who could be princesses, or cowgirls, or belles of the ball. Finally, after much deliberating on my part (I get stuck sometimes in what’s available instead of searching out what I think should be available), I had an “a-ha” moment and got online.

Can I just tell you how much I love Amazon?????

For Holden’s 4th birthday, I asked my family to send costumes. Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Firefighter…you name it. And boy did they deliver.

This was back then, in the fall of 2009.

And this is now.

I kept asking him if that suit was comfortable in certain spots, and he insisted everything was ok. And then he showed me.

I was so unprepared that I cut off his head mid-flight, then made him blurry on the landing.

He nearly revealed his secret identity.

But then thought, What Would Peter Parker Do?

And then, out of the big blue yonder…

Just to take you back again, this was in 2009 when 4yo Holden was Superman, right down to the curl in the middle of his head.

There is some mighty fierceness in this house.

I had no idea that Superman could breakdance.

 

Yes! I mean Yeth!

Oh Lordy. Here comes the Master Webslinger.

Kind of reminiscent of a rock star, all the way down to, “Thank yeeewwwww!! Good night!!”

And seeing that display of awesomeness, Ewan figured out the cape flip and let us have it.

Thanks to Spidey for looking completely bored with that.

Do you know what followed? A debate over who is stronger – Spiderman or Superman – and I knew I was in over my head.

Way over.

You don’t raise heroes, you raise sons. If you treat them like sons, they’ll turn out to be heroes, even if it’s just in your own eyes.”

Walter Schirra, Sr.

I’m raising both. :)

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