Logan is at the age where he is starting to be a big boy, but still holds on to wanting to be a little kid, too. So today, when he asked if he could wear his superhero cape to go grocery shopping, I said “yes.”
He used to wear costumes All.The.Time. He’d go to preschool dressed as a cowboy, or an astronaut, or a robot-astronaut-cowboy-firefighter. He often wore a tool belt and hard hat and insisted people call him, “Bob”.
And I secretly loved it.
I loved how confident he was, so happy to be who he wanted to be for an hour, an afternoon, or a whole day. Trying on numerous hats, figuring out just what felt right to him at the time. He didn’t care what other people thought, he only cared about expressing who he felt he was at that moment in time.
It dawns on me how fleeting this is, how maybe tomorrow, next week, next year he wont want to dress up anymore. He’ll be too cool for that; he’ll care more about wearing certain brands than superhero capes. He’ll worry about what others think; he’ll dress to fit-in, to blend-in, to be like his friends….
And that makes me kind of sad. I like grocery shopping with a superhero.
So when Logan asked if he could wear his cape, I thought for a split second about what people would think. I mean, he isn’t 3 anymore. And then I realized it didn’t matter. He’ll worry about that soon enough. For now, we have a mission: to shakedown a store for a hundred items on our list and make perfect strangers smile. And we did both.