Am I A Superhero?

You know that ringing you get in your ear? The one that just pops out of nowhere and then is gone without any notice? Well, let’s say you are a 10 year old girl who didn’t understand what that ringing was coming from and loved superheros.

That was me.

Back when I was younger I loved to play “superheros” with my cousins and we would all choose a superhero to be. I loved it, even though we had no uniforms, it was always a blast and every game was different, except for when we occasionally wanted to be the same characters again.

But there was something I never shared with my cousins when we played. Perhaps, it was because I knew they wouldn’t believe me or maybe I didn’t completely believe it myself:

I was a superhero. Every time my ear would ring, it meant that there was someone in trouble that needed me.

Let me tell you, “knowing” you were meant to be a superhero at that age and not having those powers to help or the ability to do so, itΒ sucked. I felt so bad and would just look around and see if maybe that person was close by and I could still help. I would feel sad for that person and hope they ended up okay.

I wish younger me would have told someone. I wish I would have found out that the ringing I heard was in my ear and not some “spider senses” going off. That girl may have been a little happier.

But I also don’t wish that I had. I loved playing pretend and feeling like I’m more than just a speck in this universe. I felt like I could do whatever I wanted to do and that is also just a part of being a kid. Nothing feels like it’s too much to handle. You believe in yourself and you feel like you could even be a superhero.

Younger me may have been naive, but she taught me things. She showed me just how caring I am and can be. She showed me that I am unstoppable. She showed me that I could do anything I put my mind to.

I want to be that girl.

I want to be the secret superhero, but this time be able to help. I want to have no uniform, but still be important. I want to be the little girl that saw herself as someone who could do anything she put her mind to.

And so, I will.

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