Superman Forever

I have fond memories of Superman from my childhood. That super hero from another world that could do no wrong and was always there in the nick of time when you cried out to him. Every child wished at some point they could be him or at least be a character like him.
Myself like most people I knew grew up replacing the Superman image with the usual myriad of worries and pressures that life has to offer,… leaving the hero image veiled in a fog along with so many other memories of similar adolescent fantasies.
I now have a family I dearly love. My wife of thirteen years and a daughter of seven who is the source of my strength and also the taker of it. I appreciate my little girls simple view of life at this age. In her eyes I can do no wrong and I’m always there when she needs me…at least this mortal man tries to be… especially for those landmark events in her little life like, dance recitals, & play time. In her world I can rip apart tree limbs with my bare hands and use my super strength to open things that no one else could even dream of. I can run like the wind and use my super strength to lift her into the sky and “fly daddy fly”!. To know that she see’s me as this super-kinda-hero makes me proud…but at the same time saddens me. And this is why. One day she will grow up as I did and realize that this person she thought so highly of was no super hero at all,..but just a worn out old man with a go nowhere miserable job like so many others who can barely make ends meet, struggling to do the best he can to make his little girls world just a little bit better. Nothing unique…at least not the qualities of a true super hero. I know this is just a part of accepting a child growing up, maturing, becoming a free thinker, coping with all the disillusionment that teenage years bring, but I still want to be seen as the super hero that could do anything in her little eyes. I know also that the day may come that she will despise and resent my presence and even shut this old worn out super hero off from her life for a time. I hate to think about that. I guess the only thing I can do when that time arrives is to listen for her cry for help and show up to catch her…with my super hero strength. Superman Forever.

- Michael Herrfurth

Superman Forever

Michael  Herrfurth

Englewood, Ohio, United States

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A fathers ramblings about his not so little, little girl.

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