Subtitle: May we, for today, pretend the above photo is kickASS, high rez & one can entirely read what it says on the tank? Thx.
Id make the excuse this is a scattered random post because my parents are here visiting—but it’s mainly because it’s how my mind is working right now.
First: The Great Tattoo Reveal went pretty ok last weekend.
Out of respect (because, while I jest, that’s truly how I roll) I wore a long sundress for the initial parental encounter.
I figured there was no need to be all Nike tempo track shorts in their face about it right off the bat since we had 13 days together (& I knew I couldnt keep up the long dress thing for more than a day or so).
Pretty quickly though, more out of excitement to share than anything else, I hiked up my dress a little & showed ‘Did I Ever Tell You How Lucky You Are?’
And then I hiked up the dress a lot (if youve seen my leg in real life you know how much alotalot I mean) & showed them Ren Man’s fave: Horton.
And really they didnt have too much to say.
I adore that they didnt feel the need to pretend to like!it!lots!really! & appreciate the fact that they didn’t say they were ‘disappointed’ either.
I tried to put myself in their shoes and, in all honesty, I can’t say what I would feel if the Tornado ever decided to get body art.
As much as I love ink on myself—-when I look at her beautiful body the very thought of her altering it in the slightest makes me a little sad (Hello pot. It’s the kettle calling! You’re black.).
In short: their reaction was perfect & perfectly unexpected.
In a sense I felt as though they truly recognized me as an adult. They acknowledged I was capable of making decisions they might not make themselves but that *that fact* didnt make the decisions wrong.
What one real thought do I have for you today?
One which I know doesn’t hold much weight now (as Im MizFit enough to realize at this point she’s merely parroting what she’s heard) but one which I pray is indicative of whom the Tornado will grow to be.
This weekend the Tornado ran around the park with a towel tucked into the back of her shirt.
She climbed, swung, jumped, ran, skipped, rolled, & cheered (herself on).
One of the fathers approached her, touched the towel and asked if it were her cape.
After she nodded he inquired if she were Super Girl.
She said no.
He asked if she were Superman.
She shook her head.
He ran thru a litany of superheroes (some of whom Id never heard) & the Tornado stubbornly informed him each time that was not whom she was.
When he finally asked her: What superhero are you then?
She exclaimed “Im my own superhero!!!” & ran off to play.
As members of my tribe say: I KVELLED.
And then I prayed.
I prayed that this seemingly insignificant exchange might be the spark which ignites the flame of her truly believing she is her own superhero.
The start of the realization that everything she needs already exists within her & merely awaits her discovery.
Even on my worst days I believe I am my own superhero if only by virtue of the fact that I find it within myself to keep on keepin’ on.
And on my best day? I KNOW Im my own damn superhero because I know I can move mountains.
I know there’s nothing I cant do if I try (you know, due to my superhero status) and Im not afraid to try.
Please to indulge me. Please to compliment yourself.
How have you acted as your own superhero lately?
What have you done which even *you* almost weren’t certain you could?
Or, if you dare say you’ve NOT been your own superhero as of late, how will you make time & effort this weekend to don a virtual cape ?
Please to hit us all up in the comments.
and yeah. I SO WISH I had a cape to give away. please to imagine.