Super Mama

I love Super Heroes.  Super Man, Batman, Wonder Woman, Spider Man, Captain America, all of them.  They are iconic for those of us who love justice.  They also remind me of mamas.

Most super heroes begin their journey into heroism very roughly...  made fun of in school, bitten by a creature, abandoned, orphaned, abused, forgotten, etc...  They hit the crucial moment of decision, will they become bitter, self-destructive victims?  Or will they rise above tragedy and make their lives about serving others...anonymously?

Super Heroes are followed, adored, and often very misunderstood.  In fact, super heroes are often very lonely beings.  When they are "themselves" and not heroed up, super heroes are regular people with regular jobs. Even though it would not do for Green Lantern to pout, or for Black Canary to whine; although seeing Aqua Man disappointed or watching Robin's heart get broken is unheard of; as regular people, they suffer regular emotions. But they do not give in to them.  They make it their business to notice injustice and then quietly, they do something about it.  They sacrifice their own hopes, dreams, and desires in order to create a better world.

They cry alone and they do not accept praise graciously.  They take on worries, concerns, and seemingly insurmountable burdens.  When it comes to doing good, there is no question, there is no rest.  Their happiness is only as strong as the happiness of those they love.

It is not far fetched at all to say that Mamas are Super Heroes.  It's a bird!  It's a plane!  No!!  It's your Mama!