Of Little Girls and Their Superheroes.

It took me a while to accept that my father wasn’t invincible. He’s not perfect, he’s not flawless, and there are times when I couldn’t depend on him.

It took me a while to accept my significant other isn’t invincible. Isn’t as solid as I thought, isn’t as strong, and can never be my ultimate protector like I’d hoped.

Today I realized another “invincible he” isn’t invincible after all.

I don’t know why there’s a need for that. I’m not perfect. I know I’m not; and despite what I feel, I know there’s no purpose or need to be. So why did it take me so long to accept each time I realized that these men aren’t as invincible as I’d hoped? Why is there a need for them to be invincible?

I’d known that there are times that they needed me, and that’s different. It’s different. Being invincible meant to me that they could do no wrong, and that whatever help they needed from me wasn’t because of a flaw in themselves; it had to be a flaw of the world.

It’s not fair. It’s not fair to them to have to live up to these expectations of them. But if I didn’t have them, my “invincibles”, how do I keep up the strength I need to be the person I am expected to be? People think I’m reliable, that they don’t need to worry about me, that I will be OK no matter what happens. That whatever tantrums I throw is temporary and will soon shush itself. How I wish to be scared, to show these people that I too break down and cry. But I don’t have the option of having a shoulder to cry on. How I wish to show that I am not OK. That there are times when I need them to look at me and say it’s safe to not be OK.

Even the strongest rock needs a place to rest.

.....moons have past, and Sir-Rant-A-Lot has been the evil-doer of neglect. He has neglected to put his thoughts to paper. ......or has he?

A fast zip forward, after the unsent letter remained unsent, Sir-Rant-A-Lot was ecstatic at the sniff of life out of the mortuary. Little did he know that his search was not yet at its end; and neither did he know that his search would end at a beautiful beginning.

Setting all reservations aside, Sir-Rant-A-Lot plowed forward and said a hello to the green. Oh what a wonderful surprise when the green hello-ed back!! How Sir-Rant-A-Lot squeaked and danced in his wretched abode, and set out for a well-deserved celebration.

So now, Sir-Rant-A-Lot has joined the Land of the Green where the elves sing with the leprechauns and ponies are of no joke. He has been at his glory, he has been at his defeat. But here, where magic is for once not a ridiculed imagination, Sir-Rant-A-Lot finds acceptance, contentment, and a pull towards greatness. Here where the Caveman sets ear upon the Valleys, the Pixie dusts her healing powers, and all the other magical creatures live together in harmony, Sir-Rant-A-Lot smiles and smiles again......