It’s a bird! It’s a plane! It’s Super Daddy! At least that’s how my son and daughter see me! As Super Daddy, I can lift anything, fix anything, do anything. I can launch Ella and Pax into outer space and catch them when they come flying back to earth. I’m able to pedal a bicycle at supersonic speeds, jump higher than a kid’s basketball hoop, and withstand brutal beatings as if they were hitting me on the head with a feather (instead of with building blocks). A true man of steel! To my kids, when I arrive home from work, it’s like a super hero has just flown onto the scene!
But they don’t know my secret identity. My real identity. As Lee; Husband, deacon, musician, training instructor, or all the other things that I am. They don’t see me as just a regular guy. The T-shirt and jeans are my Super Daddy costume (no cape). The shirt and tie disguise me as the unrecognizable office worker. I’m struck by how the people closest to me don’t even know my real first name! I wonder what my kids think I do all day? Do they think that I am always Super Dad? That I’m at work playing “3-2-1 blast-off” throwing people in the air, or building tents at my cubicle?
Inevitably, as they get older, they will learn my real name and that I am only human. There is no Kryptonite needed to make me weak. I am weak. And often I find that I am not prepared or able to deal with the challenges parenting brings my way. They will see me for all my flaws, and that I can’t solve all the problems, or fix everything that breaks. But i hope they will also see that I try my absolute best. That I would do anything I could for them. And I hope that they will look up to the real me, the same way they look up to “Super Me” now.