A friend of mine today, placed a post on FaceBook that I found amusing as hell. It was about how Batman was no superhero, and how when they made his costume, inside it says essentially, you can’t fly in this outfit.
But Cointreau Mon Cherie! You can indeed! I am living proof that anyone can be a super hero. My mother hand sewed a Robin outfit from the characters of Batman and Robin from the 60’s. I could FLY! Well, maybe not. I saw my older brother come into our bedroom and I decided that I could fly. I launched into the void and used my face as a weapon against his shoulder. Broke my nose blacked both my eyes. But provided my brother with a laugh that he still has today.
I was a die hard fan of Batman. Even had a dance that went along with the song of BATMAN! I was mesmerized for life. The idea that the average schmoe (well not so average) could change the world for better by fighting bad guys in a costume that gave him extraordinary power or at least tools that allowed him to be courageous in any situation? This was for me.
The WHAM and BAM and SOCK EM was in my veins.. Later, my parents let me buy comic books where I learned to truly read. I could tie visuals to the words and in turn lit my imagination on fire. I could now see Superman flying through the air, fighting Lex Luthor with his heat vision and super strength. I could see Flash running so fast no one could see him until it was too late. The Green Lantern was another who could create shapes from his ring with his mind.
Each of the characters had flaws, weaknesses to overcome. They had their powers, but each could be brought down in a multitude of ways. It was always so cool to see how they over came them for the better good. Time and again they vanquished the villains. and as the years went by the comic books matured. On again off again, I will stop in a comic shop to browse, and yes, as an adult sometimes purchase a good graphic novel. It propels me back to my childhood when a book and some imagination was all you needed.
Later, as I grew into this rather insane world, I realized that we had super heroes.. they wore costumes and changed the world for the better. Gandhi, Lincoln, Roosevelt, Mother Teresa… These super heroes all wore costumes of a kind and made huge changes in this world for the better. They had their weaknesses to overcome, and their challenges to stand up to. These were the true hero’s of their time.
I look around to day and we seem to be lacking this basic leadership. Role models that kids can look up to and say “Wow”, “when I grow up this is who I want to be like”. Those are few and far between. Our leaders today seem to be more interested in the 15 second sound bite of how they can run down someone else. The days of true hero’s, I look around and wonder where they may be… Then I realize something.
Today, it is the parent, the father, the wife, the brother, the uncle, the sister, the aunt, those that inspire us to be more than who we are… Those are todays heros. The firefighters that died trying to rescue people from the 9/11 attacks. The teacher that put her life first so that the kids might survive in school shootings. Our veterans who put their lives on the line for our country.
These are today’s hero’s not the world shaking kind, but those that make a small difference in the local neighborhoods.. In our homes. When you look at your child today, remember that he or she looks to you as the new age Hero… It is a tough order to follow, but you must become more than who you are in order to lead these new kids to a better place.
Welcome to the world of super hero’s… Let me hand you your cape.