My son said last week that the Hulk is his fave superhero... he paused and in that time I debated about telling him that the Hulk used to be more of a villain and that this hero status is a newfangled thing. Just as a I came to the conclusion to leave that be and let him figure it out later, he piped up again and said, "Well, the Hulk is my favorite made up superhero, Dad. You're my favorite Real superhero, Dad."
I rushed to give him a big hug to hide from him my tears. I didn't want him to misunderstand the nature of these tears.
The day before, I had been struggling with having had to ask someone for some help. I've never been good at that, for whatever reason or reasons. I'm less good at it if it has to do with my role as a parent.
I'd gotten a call from my daughter's teacher, needing something simple brought by the school promptly... Payroll had just been turned in, so I was locked in to work the number of hours that I had just said I would work that day. I am currently snowed under with orders. I work 45 minutes away, and simply could not take the 1.5 off to accomplish this simple feat. God placed me in a position where I had to ask for help. It was not a big deal for the stay at home dad I called on to take care of the task for me.
It was a big deal for me to ask for help. Be it real or simply perceived, as a single dad it is my perception that some people hold me to a higher standard than they would a single mom, and that others hold me to a lower standard than a single mom - in either case the outcome is that I feel the need to achieve to a higher degree. Asking for help is something that I do not have a history of doing.
Sensing my internal turmoil about the fact that I had just succumbed to having to ask for help, a co-worker made me explain what was going on. They then proceeded to put me in my my place, but stand me back on my feet. In the process of this, they explained that they felt ((ahem, this is Their perception, so don't jump My case if you disagree)) that most parents have a spouse to help, and most single parents have Someone that they get some help from - a close friend, neighbor, the kid's grandmother, another relative, or even the child's other parent who has visitation or partial custody or just plain pitches in with child rearing in some major or minor way that is more than financially contributing. My coworker proceeded to say that I do a good job accomplishing all the things that I do, that they felt that I do a better job than most two parent households, and that to accomplish anything more I would have to be some kind of superhero. They paused. They then said that in their eyes I already was some kind of superhero.
I was shaken to my core to hear this, and it took some time to internalize it.
To then hear my son saying the same thing the following day, with him knowing nothing of the exchange just 18 hours before, I had to listen. I don't believe in coincidence. I prayed while hugging my son that morning, letting the Holy Spirit know that I hear the words placed in these two mouths, that I know they were placed there for me, and that I can let up on myself a little and not be quite so hard on myself.
I have no cool costume, feature film, or comic. I am, however, already the superhero I want to be. More importantly, I consider myself a mere sidekick to My hero.
He beat death.
[video=youtube_share;ruDmidiLxQM]http://youtu.be/ruDmidiLxQM[/video]
(arwen83, note the Tolkien reference in the vid

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