A new kind of superhero

David, my youngest son, has always had a particular affinity for super heroes.  When he was between the ages of 2 and 3, I had to beg him to remove a Superman costume he wore every day so that I could wash it.  At times, David has actually been convinced that he could fly.  Once, he even constructed wings from two un-bent coat hangers and trash bags and asked if he could try to fly off the front porch.  One of the greatest compliments he ever paid me was to draw a picture of a woman in a cape with the caption, “My mom is a hero.”  I carry that little picture with me in my wallet every day.

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