Not all superheroes wear capes

Roxy Hammond

Roxy Hammond

I saw a magnet the other day that said “Moms! Not all superheroes wear capes.” Finally someone has figured it out.

In society we make movies portraying super-strong men and women with the abilities to lift buildings, dodge bullets and save the damsel in distress at the end of the day. What we fail to realize is that those heroes are out walking among us. Granted, they don’t have superhuman strength, but they might as well with all the crap they have to deal with every day. Anyone that has raised a child has some very amazing abilities, and I don’t think we recognize that often enough.

I think some people in my generation have a severe lack of appreciation for their parents. When we should be thanking them every day for simply bringing us into the world, we instead act as if their existence is not important. They have raised us to have more than they ever did, and now we’ve grown to expect it. They send us off to college with new cars, yet we find it ludicrous that they would expect us not to fail all of our classes.

Now, don’t get me wrong, I don’t want to generalize and assume all college kids (and those younger) are brats because we aren’t. So please, don’t barrage me with letters to the editor saying that you love your mommy. I’m not talking to you. Stop reading immediately.

But I know more than a couple handfuls of people that manipulate and abuse their parents. Tell me, would you do that to Spiderman?

Then why your parents? The real heroes of the day are not the computer generated ones, but those who have worked so hard to raise a decent human being. Those who have sacrificed their own fun and games to make sure that another person is better off in this world. Yet some of us are blind to this.

I myself used to be a terrible teenager. Starting around my freshman year of high school, I made my parents wish they belonged to a religion that allowed human sacrifice. I got over thinking that I knew everything (believe it or not), and when the dust settled, there stood my parents.

The traits that we admire so much in our clich