Each Friday, at least for the foreseeable future, I will be sharing a blog post from the past. These will be posts from other places that I have retained the rights once again, or from this blog. I hope you enjoy these entries. I know they are ones that have made me smile.
This post originally was posted June 2, 2015.
When I was growing up, I was pretty much convinced that my Dad was Superman. He did everything for us and he did it well. I’ve never known my Dad to fail at anything. He even has a super healing power when he gets cut or injured. I’m not kidding at all. He can get cut deep enough to need stitches, but within about a half hour or so, it looks like he waited for days to be seen. Someone would need to literally be standing there with a kit to stitch him up right that very minute. In fact, just this past week he cut his hand on something or other while he was fixing something and a few days later it looks like just a scratch. He has told us for years that it is because he is really an Alien. I know better. He is Superman.
I also married Superman. My husband is one as well. He doesn’t have the super healing power, but he can make things grow when you pretty much figured they were past saving. That is a very handy power since I am an official plant killer. He keeps them thriving despite my inabilities to produce a green thumb. He is also a wonderful father to our son, who is growing up to be Superman as well, with his own talents and super strengths. Several years ago, when my son was small, I found a picture that reminded me of my son and my husband. I was just sure the artist, Liz Lemon Swindle, had taken a snapshot of them together. It was titled, “Even Superman Needs a Dad”.
In the artist’s own words, here is the story behind the painting:
Driving through a parking lot, I saw a boy and his father coming out of a store. The boy was imagining himself as a mighty hero, but he looked at his father with more admiration than any hero is likely to receive. Right then, I knew I had to paint “Even Superman Needs a Dad.”
This father took an interest in everthing his son had to say. Every moment seemed magical. While this little boy looked a bit out of place dressed in a Superman cape and red cowboy boots, his father could not have looked prouder. Who was the real Hero? Who was more in awe of whom?
When I look around at the thousands of Supermen who play alone each day it breaks my heart. Looking at these two I remember a wonderful father who took the time to be there for me, who taught me by example what a father should be.
I enjoy watching someone look at the painting for the first time. Their gradual smile tells me they understand the feeling that brought about this painting. For a brief moment they forget there are bills to pay and work to do. They forget their worries and remember for a moment that life is wonderful. That is the joy in painting.
This month, we are celebrating all the Supermen in our lives. We appreciate all they do for us and how they have influenced us in our lives. To each of them, we say thank you. And if you are married to Superman, or your Dad is Superman, or you are influenced by some other man who is Superman in your life, won’t you tell us about him here? We want to know all about him.