I imagine some folks might call our parenting methods a little indulgent when it comes to our high tolerance for pretend play and public appearances.
We let our kids dress-up, fantasize, and imagine at will. This might mean that we eat dinner with a Star Wars Clone Trooper for a month.
Which we did.
It might also mean that we take long family walks around the park with Spider Man.
Or that we help Batman in and out of his costume every hour on the hour for six months until he can figure out which holes are for the legs and which ones are for the arms….
It means being seen in public with a scuba-diving-on-dry-land Spidey-swim-goggle-wearing Super Man wearing flippers on more than one occasion.
And, it can also mean other forms of Super Hero identity crisis- depending on which characters are being selectively marketed at the moment.
There will be a time when our son no longer wants to wear “Super Man Pajamas With the Red Cape With Cowboy Boots!” for the 13th day in a row.
It will mean that this sweet imaginative phase has passed.
…And, when that growing-up time comes, I will remember my son standing on the sidewalk, looking over his shoulder at the wisp of his Super-Cape waving in the Spring Breeze- and I will remember how he wildly laughed because he was flying with his feet on the ground….
Childhood Dress-up is a magical thing, full of imagination.
These are the times to celebrate.