Lucien, age five, is in a superhero phase. In the last few weeks, I’ve learned more about Captain America, The Incredible Hulk, Wonder Woman, Spiderman and Iron Man than I ever needed to know. But my favorite superhero, the one I can’t get enough of, is Lucien’s creation and alter-ego, Super Boy.
Super Boy can break into a Triangle pose in the middle of a crowded city street. He can zoom on his scooter all the way from the subway stop to his elementary school. Super Boy shampoos his own hair, washes his own face, picks out his own clothes in the morning and can even help make an omelet or brush his dog’s teeth. Super Boy practices Headstand on the couch. He can stand on his hands (with a little or maybe a lot of help.) Super Boy can even meditate. Super Boy carries a (plastic) shield and sword but he is a peaceful warrior and a force of good in the sometimes scary and often unpredictable land we call planet Earth.
Super Boy’s sidekick is his mother and faithful companion Yoga Woman. (That’s me.) When I say I’m going to my Sunday morning yoga class, Super Boy knows that I’m really out fighting crime, picking up litter, and generally ridding the world of injustice. My superhero costume is a scarf with an Om sign and my yoga clothes. My ride is my Neti pot — I magically shrink myself down to fit inside. My superpower? Like any good yoga mom, I know how to make Super Boy feel safe and loved and protected.
What’s your superpower? (And what’s your secret identity?)