I Am Superman
My Dearest Cooper,
You’re breaking my heart. Between wanting to pinch your cheeks and soothe your obvious humiliation over what you’re wearing, I am one guide mother who is destroyed that I couldn’t be in Beacon for your first Halloween. You are a vision, and you are woebegone, and I’m confident you worked your baby voodoo on everyone you met last night just like you liquify my heart.
How can anyone resist Superman?
Here’s the thing, Coop, and don’t let anyone tell you otherwise. You ARE Superman. Already. You can do anything, go anywhere, be anyone. Whatever dreams are stored in that gorgeous head, they can come true. From scrutinizing your eyes, I know you are tenacious. You get that from your Mom.
Has anyone told you the story about your Mom? Well, let me tell you, she’s tenacious. From the time I met her, walking the boards of a theater together, she told me she was going to New York to pursue her dream of acting. But, she didn’t just talk about it. She made it happen. She left the comfort of the South, and she went to New York all alone. Almost no one believed she could succeed. Some people even told her to give up before she tried, that she would fail, or worse, end up starring in the sorts of things you don’t need to know about yet.
She listened to her dream.
And, she didn’t fail.
To me, it’s ironic that she met your Dad while performing in a play called “PANIC! How to be Happy.” She had to follow her dream to be happy, and that meant no small degree of panic.
Remember that, Cooper, when people question your dreams. You are Superman. The panic feeds the realization of the reality you seek.
I love you.