Zombie to Superman

Have you ever been so tired that you really question if you are a zombie or not.  I mean really think that the normal life is a dream and that you are a living-dead person, with no brain?  I have that many times when I wake up with my son to feed him.  He is only a few weeks old and I know he has to eat.  I expect to wake up every few hours, yet that knowledge doesn't make it any easier to stop a REM cycle.

I really like my sleep, but I love zombie land.  I love the noises he makes when he is eating and the unnatural kicks he can't control as he is trying to fall back asleep.  To think I may not have been his mommy.  

Yesterday, an adoption group stopped by to congratulate us. They gave us a gift.  In it was a onsie.  It had the superman logo on it and said, "Superman Was Adopted Too!" Not only is Clark Kent a hottie, he has one of the best adoption stories ever! Everyone wanted him.  His birth family sent him to earth for his safety. Of course they wanted to raise him, and if they could have they would have done a superb job.   Unfortunately their world was in shambles.  They couldn't raise him and keep him safe, so they loved him enough to realize that they no longer could provide for him in the world they lived in.  They made the hardest decision of their lives, and sent him to earth.  They sacrificed everything to keep him alive.  The love his parents had for their son was pure and everlasting, and never went away.

Then the adoptive parents of Clark came into his life.  It was sudden and unexpected.  I imagine a bit scary too.  They became Mom and Dad to him.  They provided what they could to help him reach his potential.  They didn't care that he was different from them or had special powers from his birth family.  They loved him unconditional and sacrificed their lives for him in a variety of ways. He was their son, no question about it.

My son is a Superman.  Everyone wanted him. Everyone loved him, but he was placed because this was the safest place for him. It was sudden, unexpected and at some points ... scary.  I wonder if his genetics, or his environment was what made superman a hero.  I like to think that it was both.

From zombies to superman, now that's an entry. 

Ps I write this as I sit next to my son's crib while he falls asleep.  A little here and a little there, and now I am done.