"Being A Dad Means Becoming Heroic." That’s my favorite, and the very first entry, in one of those 1001 Things It Means To Be A Dad books. The words Dad and Hero kind of go together in my eyes. I was just plain old me prior to having a child, but after I seemed to discover my fearless and tenacious qualities. Things were new again and I was able to discover the world, as it always had been, but through my eyes as a Dad.
When I first became a father I had never held a baby (I refused, politely of course, to hold other people’s children until I held my own - - - my weird unspoken rule), I had never changed a baby, and I had certainly never been left as one of the primary caregivers for a baby. My child started out as Kryptonite and has ended up as my savior. He gives me the opportunity to be a kid again, to be giddy at the fact HE got a Superman cape, SO NOW I CAN GET MINE OUT, TOO! Yes, that is, in fact, the Superman cape from my childhood. Complete with tattered ends that would flutter along my bicycle tire as I rode around the neighborhood. Looking back, that probably was not a good idea, but it sure felt cool.
Even though I love the opening statement to this post, I don’t agree with it completely. I did not become heroic, rather I was able to activate my already existent heroic qualities without fear of ridicule or isolation. I was able to be soft and gentle and understand what it means to cry out of pure and absolute love for another living being. I was joining the League of Many Men before me as I stepped up the plate and became Dad. I’ll protect my little sidekick to the end’s of this Earth and every galaxy in between.
Noah, The Rambling Ark
I own a Superman cape. There I said it.