|I miss my batman.|
Stubbornly he fought to keep his mask and cape securely on, didn't want his identity revealed. He had to wear it night and day, no matter where we were going. To his cousins house, to department stores, play groups, and even tried to wear it to church. What a battle it was when I had to put my foot down and demand that church was not a place where batman would have to protect others, that God would do that for him. That calmed him and he understood a little more.
As my batman grew, he outgrew the mask and cape but still loved the idea of an unknown masked man saving others, still secretly wanting to be him.
Cancer found my sweet batman, and he took it on with a mighty fight. I suddenly felt protective of my boy, felt that he needed a side kick to get him through. Who would protect the hero from something fighting him from inside? There weren't many options, but together we fought as best we could. He stood strong and fought so hard, I felt so small, not much of a side kick, more like a cheer squad, until.... The cancer reared its ugly head and took on a last battle using all its weapons. Batman was taken over by the nasty thing that fought him from inside. When I asked him during his final weeks "What do you want the world to know about Marcus?" With a sweet chagrin on his swollen face he replied "I am the Dark Knight, I am Batman". No cape, no mask did he don, he showed his true identity. He wanted the world to know, he was the one who was taking on the bad guy and saving others.
Now he can be the hero, saving others here on earth, while his identity is hidden. I feel him next to me so often, I feel that Wonder Woman outfit, wanting to put it on again, but it is a painful. I feel his encouragement and slowly I am getting back on my feet to help him save the world, well.... at least our family. How proud I am to have batman in my life.
Now... to work on Robin ( Aaron) and the Wonder Twins (Noah and Jackson)! Batman is their sidekick they surely know.