When my son was little he loved playing the superhero. As Zorro he carved his signature Z into the dresser. As a teenage mutant ninja turtle his swords had to be strapped on just right. But most days he was Superman. One day, when he was 4 years old, he heard the neighbor girls screaming next door. He came running to me for help getting his cape on because he said he needed to save them. He darted out the door with determination on his face only to return a minute later totally dejected. With the saddest face he told me "They didn't want to be saved." Even Superman has bad days.
Flash forward 16 years and my little Superman is all grown up but he'll always be my superhero. Tomorrow morning he faces one of his toughest obstacles as he soars through life and as his mom, I can't save him from this one. Even Superman had a hard time with Kryptonite. Even Superman had parents that tried to protect him only to have him face a new set of challenges on another planet. But I don't have some pod to place him in and ship him to another planet and I don't have a solution for kryptonite. All I can do is make sure he has his cape and be there when he comes back from this battle. After all, how do you save a Superhero?
Good luck Superman. Your mom loves you!
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