Superman

In an effort to rid myself of the 10 pounds that I have gained in the last year (let’s just say sewing all day is not really good for your figure) and despite what my sweet father-in-law says about me being too skinny before and looking better now (see now you know why my husband is so nice- he was raised well) ANYWAY, I have been hitting the rec center for an hour of running the track. With plenty of walking mixed in too. Cole loves the childcare so it’s a win win deal.

My ipod is always going with lots of music to get me moving and then also a few cooling down to walk songs. One of the songs on there is Five for Fighting’s Superman. Every time I hear this song I tear up. Which isn’t the best thing to do when you are working out in a place where you know half the people.

This song always makes me think of two little guys in my life. Two first-borns close in age and with similar issues. One belongs to me, one is a good friend. These two boys have it a little tougher than everyone else. Not for any big reason except that sometimes we expect a lot of them and they expect a lot of themselves. Relaxing and letting go isn’t really their M.O’s. They worry, they stress and no matter how much we tell them to relax, they carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. So this if for them. Even though they are too young to really get it, someday they will.

Artist: Five for Fighting Lyrics
Song: Superman Lyrics

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
I’m just out to find
The better part of me

I’m more than a bird:I’m more than a plane
More than some pretty face beside a train
It’s not easy to be me

Wish that I could cry
Fall upon my knees
Find a way to lie
About a home I’ll never see

It may sound absurd:but don’t be naive
Even Heroes have the right to bleed
I may be disturbed:but won’t you conceed
Even Heroes have the right to dream
It’s not easy to be me

Up, up and away:away from me
It’s all right:You can all sleep sound tonight
I’m not crazy:or anything:

I can’t stand to fly
I’m not that naive
Men weren’t meant to ride
With clouds between their knees

I’m only a man in a silly red sheet
Digging for kryptonite on this one way street
Only a man in a funny red sheet
Looking for special things inside of me