Do you believe in superheroes? I do. I once saw Batman walk into my local grocery store. True story. It wasn’t even Halloween season. It was a Tuesday in March. The swift-footed six-year-old boy was dressed from head to toe in a full-fledged Batman costume. Sure, it was the season for your run of the mill Easter Bunny sighting. But, Batman? I was caught off-guard to say the least.
Mind you, this youngster was not just sporting a Batman cape. His get-up came equipped with built-in muscles, a mask, and a fully loaded utility belt. The spritely youngster held his father’s hand, as he confidently strolled into the supermarket. I’m sure the boy’s father caved in after a long day at work, and allowed his son to wear whatever he wanted as they ran errands that evening. Batman’s commanding presence came into jeopardy, as his dad forced him to stop and bend over to tie his shoelaces. I couldn’t help but chuckle.
I bumped into Batman near the green beans. I winked at him, and nodded in appreciation of his costume. He wore it proudly. He wore it well. The boy didn’t offer me a smile in return. With a stoic expression on his face, he simply nodded back at me, before making a bee line for the cereal aisle. I leaned over to Batman’s father and said it was really great of him to let his son be a free spirit and allow him to wear a Halloween outfit in the springtime. With a smile, Dad rolled his eyes and shrugged his shoulders. What’s a parent to do, right?
How is a six-year-old boy in a Batman costume relevant to a magazine geared towards body-mind-spirit articles? Because the inner child inside us (our inner super hero) still remembers how remarkable and miraculous we truly are. In my opinion, this has everything to do with the spirit component of our body-mind-spirit connection. It’s true that God did some of his/her best work when creating us. We are no less than walking, talking, breathing superheroes.
Sure, your cape may be nothing more than a kitchen apron, and your Bat Mobile is merely a mini-van in need of an oil change. But, your inner superhero isn’t so much about your appearance as the acts of bravery and selflessness your preform on a weekly basis. When you check your kids’ closets for monsters at night; when you take time off work to take your parents to their doctor’s appointments; when you iron your husband’s shirt before his big interview; when you volunteer to fill in as your child’s soccer coach; when you buy presents for a struggling family at Christmas time- these are no less than heroic acts. Batman himself would be proud of such deeds.
I’m asking you to embrace your inner superhero. While you’re at it, please locate your inner-child, and let it out to play once in a while, too. We are silly creatures at heart; not only full of compassion and good deeds, but full of wonder, curiosity, creativity, and imagination. It’s funny how we adults can forget who we are and what we’re really made of. I hope the six-year-old Batman never forgets that he, himself, is the real hero, costume or not. Miracles are preformed every single day; not by people in capes and masks, but by soccer moms, single dads, and nine-to-fivers; ordinary people with extraordinary hearts.
As I left the store, little Batman and his father were still at the checkout lane purchasing whatever foods superheroes eat. As I strolled through the parking lot towards my car, I smiled, and wondered what other oddities the evening had in store. Just then, I saw something truly bizarre. With God as my witness, it was a four-year-old boy wearing a head-to-toe Superman outfit. He was holding his mom’s hand, and nearly tripped over his own shoelaces as they walked toward the store entrance.