Wednesday, May 19, 2010

superman

it was tough on hans for our little ones to transition into big ones.
i missed their sweet kisses and long snuggles, but he pined for
everything young about them.

one of his mantras was that he could outlast them in any game
or hug.  he really did supply every single request for one more
toss onto the bed or another game of h-o-r-s-e.  he was their
hero, but i was just their mom.

therein lay the devastation for him.  when the kids turned 11 or
12, he also became just their dad.  it never occurred to me what
a demotion that was, not having ever enjoyed super hero status
myself.

can you imagine being the funniest comedian or the strongest
man in the world and then becoming clark kent . . . for the rest
of your life?

to help ease the adjustment, he occasionally kidnaps our best
friend's little boys, but, horror of all horrors, they are growing
up, too!  last month he told them that he wanted to take them to
the 'charles russell' show at our local museum.

he was gratified by their enthusiastic response, and on the way
began to tell the boys some minute details about charlie russell's
colorful, cowboy painting career.

"wait a minute!  i thought you were taking us to a wrestling
show!"

does anyone have a five year old boy he could rent?

love,
lea

"as the heavens are high and the earth is deep, so the hearts
of kings are unsearchable."  proverbs 25:3