Above is my 10-yo Naz’s drawing of one of his superhero protagonists in his journal tales. I have to ask again though the name and the kind of superpowers this character has. For now, I will call him an “orange-haired” superhero. 🤔☺️
They say that the dad is the son’s superhero… Well, I cannot argue with that. Truly, my Naz’s superhero is none other than his Dad.
Actually, any parent is a superhero in the eyes of a child… Dad — or mom — is someone the child looks up to with the utmost regard. Children emulate how their parents look, how they speak, and basically, how they deal with about anything… especially, during a difficult situation that calls for swift action. To them, their parents seem to have superpowers. 😎
To us, parents, of course, that is super challenging. Disappointing them is the least we intend to do. And so, we hardly ever expose our weaknesses. It is not really for the reason that we pretend to deceive. It’s more of proving to them that we are someone worthy of their trust and hope. We, as if automatic, become the paragon of valour.
For our children’s sake, we instantly become superheroes endowed with extraordinary prowess and might. Little did they know though that they are our vital source of strength and purpose. For that, they, too, become our superheroes. ☺️