This evening, as I kissed you goodnight, I commented on the jammies you were wearing, jammies your brother had outgrown and you claimed for your own. In a hushed, awed whisper you confided, “I’m Bat Girl.”
You’ve always shunned the dolls and princesses for the action figures, the dragonoid colossus, the superheroes. Who knows if nature or nurture is at play, but I believe it’s the very essence of the superhero that inspires you.
I’m hoping you continue to embrace your inner Optimus Prime. I want you to be bold, to take action, to fight for what’s right, to stand up for those in need, to transform the world around you.
Being a superhero is not child’s play; you, my love, my Bat Girl, have the super power to make a difference and I will always be your number one fan.