Being a SuperDad: With great power comes great responsibility
In case you didn’t know yet, I’m a superhero fan. And I’ve always had a bit of super hero complex.
If I see or hear someone in trouble, then I feel a responsibility to get involved. In a crowd, I often feel myself scanning for people in trouble or for those that may cause trouble.
The only problem is that I don’t have superpowers. I was never exposed to radioactive waste or insects, so I’m just a normal guy. To everyone except my son, that is.
In his eyes, I am Spiderman, Superman and Wolverine all rolled into one. And just like Uncle Ben told a young Spiderman, “With great power, comes great responsibility.”
Case in point: Isaiah was sick last week and wanted to go swimming. I explained that we have to wait until his fever is gone and his nose isn’t running anymore before we can go. Without hesitation, he looked up at me and said “Daddy, tell the snot and the boogers to go away and then we can go.” He was so happy and excited because he found the solution to our problem.
I’m Super-Dad, so of course snot, boogers and everything else must obey me.
No pressure, right?! I rebuked the runny nose, but it still took a few days before Isaiah was ready to go swimming. Each time I told the snot to leave Isaiah felt a little better, and when we he was finally ready he was so excited. I helped make the sickness go away.
Isaiah also called me to the rescue yesterday when he was constipated. “Daddy, can you tell the poop to come out?”
Well, of course I can! I spoke in a stern voice and commanded the poop to leave, and within a few minutes it was gone.
One more example. Whenever Isaiah falls down or gets hurt, the first thing he says is “Daddy, you didn’t see me.” I’m supposed to see and protect him from everything. If Daddy is watching, then he is safe from harm. That’s stings like a knife in the heart sometimes.
Of course I know that I’m not in control of these things, but how can I explain that to a 3 year old? I’m slowly easing him into reality, doing my best to explain the things that I can’t do. I have told him countless times that only Jesus can see and know everything, but that is still a little much for him to grasp. He knows that Jesus is our Special King that saved us and loves us. I have explained that Jesus lives up above the clouds with God but also in our hearts.
But for now, I am his superhero. I am the one responsible for taking care of anything he can’t control. It’s the greatest feeling in the world when I can conquer something for him and see that look in his eyes–complete trust and adoration. But it’s also one of the hardest things to deal when I can’t come through. He looks up at me with sad little eyes that just don’t understand.
With great power, comes great responsibility. Welcome to the life of a SuperDad.