This past week, I took my nephews to see Superman Returns.
The new Superman character is good looking and charming, but he pales in comparison to my super boys, soon-to-be super men.
Anyone, who knows me well, knows that my nephews are golden in my eyes.
True, we have had our troubled times. For instance, when they were about six and eight they loaded up their dart gun (which, incidentally, I bought for them) with spit-covered darts and began shooting them at me. There was a lot of yelling and crying on both sides, but we got through it.
Anyway, for someone who tends to have an ambivalent relationship with men, I always marvel at what a purely uncomplicated and loving relationship I have with them...and my other male relatives.
This sentiment is alluded to in this cartoon, sent to me by my big brother (another super man, who knows his feministy sister well) which I then forwarded to the Big Daddy of super men (my dad).
My dad reminded me that when I was about six years old, he dropped me off at school and went to give me a kiss goodbye. Apparently, I hugged him and said, "Daddy, I'll love you until the day I die, but I am too big now to be kissed goodbye."
I guess I was big on autonomy from the beginning; it's heartbreaking really.
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