When your son is a superhero, you get up in the morning to the sounds of superhero feet at their superhero speed making their way for a superhero-sized hug.
When your son is a superhero, he cracks eggs like a superhero and stirs them and he’s so beaming proud of himself that the shells are hardly noticed.
When your son is a superhero, he does everything to help a citizen in need at hyper speed, whether that’s putting spoons in the dishwasher or racing to save a baby sister from an open marker.
When your son is a superhero, his kryptonite is a chore that he can’t see benefiting the greater good, like putting the silverware away. How very un-superhero-like, he thinks.
When your son is a superhero, no tree is too high, no race is too long, no challenge is impossible.
When your son is a superhero, he needs him mama to put bandages on his knees and to come hear the whole story of what happened and how.
When your son is a superhero, lunch and snacks are consumed as a mere necessity before it’s back to saving the world.
When your son is a superhero, his favorite place is still your lap listening to stories about fighting fearsome dragons or telling you stories about how he’s going to get the bad guy.
When your son is a superhero, your washing machine and drier will often hold hostage a part of him that is so vital – his cape – he asks constantly where it is until you can free it from its warm and fluffy keeper and return it to its owner.
When your son is a superhero, his dream is to fly around and save princesses (his sisters) from bad guys.
When your son is a superhero, your hope and your prayer is that he will grow into that in mighty ways.
That he will be a superhero husband, serving his wife and caring for her intensely.
That he will be a superhero dad, being involved and intentional with his children and encouraging them in their own gifts.
That he will be a superhero man, noticing those around him, both in his community and in the world, who are seen as small or insignificant and that instead he would see them as valuable, loved, and created in God’s image.
And that in all of these ways, he would use his superhero powers to the glory of God and be willing to get in there and get his hands dirty for the work He has for him to do.
When your son is a superhero, what’s on the outside is not nearly as important as what’s on the inside.
When your son is a superhero, it’s takes courage and bravery and prayer to teach him and help him grow.
When your son is a superhero, little bit by little bit, he is growing to need you less and less as he gets ready to go out and save the world.
When your son is a superhero, your job, from sitting on your lap reading a book, to encouraging him in his gifts, to giving him the tools he needs, is more often the small, moment to moment things than it is the big, all out, landmark moments.
When your son is a superhero, he needs a superhero mom cheering him on and speaking light and life into him.
My son is turning 4 this week. I can not even believe it. In so many ways I see how being his mom has grown and shaped and changed me in the hardest and most beautiful ways. I’m so grateful God chose me to be his mommy, knowing just what we both need and needed.
Happy Birthday Dozer.