I never really got into the whole Marvel/DC/Spiderman/Harry Potter scene or any fictional characters for that matter. They just didn't resonate with me or spark any interest. I always sought something that would challenge me, something that seemed to be missing, or so I thought. Maybe I just never gave it a chance.
My now-husband, who was my boyfriend at the time, used to rave about the X-Men movies, especially Wolverine and the actor Hugh Jackman who portrayed him. His enthusiasm was infectious.
I found myself intrigued by his stories and curious about what he took away from those movies. He had a soft spot for Tony Stark, Aquaman, and a few others that I can vaguely recall.
I often pondered how he would apply those fictional lessons to real life.
After years of being an active bystander, I finally sat down to watch one of the films with a friend
As I watched the characters come to life on screen, I found myself drawn in. Within the first half-hour, I already had my favorites. It was almost addicting. I spent some time delving into the origins and traits of each character.
Wonder Woman was a movie my husband insisted I watch, as he always emphasized the importance of physical training. I secretly wished he would train me like Gal Gadot's character. Whenever I feel drained, she gives me a burst of energy.
I had a few more encounters with Thor and Captain America, thanks to my nephew's fascination. But eventually, my interest waned.
When my son was born, I made it clear to my husband that I preferred him to be surrounded by knowledge rather than toys of Spiderman or Batman. I wanted him to know about Nobel laureates and their achievements.
My husband seemed to understand my perspective.
Today, I found myself watching another Deadpool film, feeling even more detached. Seeing Wolverine on screen brought back memories of my husband and his childhood love for the character, the clinking sound of metal from his claws. It must have meant the world to him.
These superheroes were more than just fictional saviers to him; they held valuable lessons that perhaps he couldn't articulate. I wanted to experience his childhood through his eyes.
Then my thoughts shifted to my son. He still has the opportunity to embrace his father's superheroes, and I wouldn't dream of taking that away from him. I envisioned them bonding over their favorite characters.
And despite my reservations about Deadpool, I couldn't help but wonder, why not appreciate both Robert Koch and Dr.Strange?
Super Heroes!