Move Over Clark Kent

I love how Superman rips off his Clark Kent duds and shows off his mighty chest, not even bothering to hide his identity, and doing it in plain view of all Metropolis.  In the old movies he had to find a phone booth; in modern day he just moves at the speed of light and no one notices him change from one moment to the next. They are too busy looking at their cell phones.

That’s us. Clark Kent’s.  Heroes, you and me.  

We all have an inner persona that few people ever suspect. On the outside, we slouch around in our yoga pants, bargain bifocals, and worn out gym shoes, but come the moment of need and we all have that special something hidden inside of us that no one else can offer the world.

Why edify a superhero when we are the real deal?

We are single parents working hard to raise well balanced children, and I do not mean just single moms making do but single dads as well.  We are two-parent families raising kids in a modern society that laughs at our attempts to discipline and educate our kids.  We are those who jump into action when action, no matter how horrendous, has to be taken.  We are those who overcome our dysfunctional upbringings to change the course of our lives despite the circumstances. 

Heroism is everywhere but it is never easy.  We all have our Kryptonite, but we beat the odds every, single day.  We don’t need to rip off our Clark Kent duds to do what needs to be done and we do not expect any accolades.

          We don’t have to be more powerful than a locomotive, faster than a speeding bullet, or be able to leap tall buildings.  We just have to do what has to get done and do it honorably and with integrity.  We need to look inside ourselves and find that special something that makes each of us a superhero.