Superheroes have invaded my home. Between my 7-year-old son
with Autism, and my 2-year-old who loves anything his brother loves, the
Avengers have overtaken our house as their new stronghold. My son refers to his
bed as the Heli-carrier, a staging point for the fierce battles that Iron Man,
the Hulk, and Captain America wage over their enemies. Whether it be with the
action figures Santa gave him for Christmas, the figurines he’s made out of
Legos or Play-doh, or the paper ‘dolls’ he drew and cut out himself, my living
room is a perpetual battlefield. Not to mention, a
minefield of Legos (try
stepping on one of those in the middle of the night!)
My son loves the idea of heroes. The good guys triumphant
over bad guys. Because good always wins over evil. He aspires to save the day,
both in his Xbox game and in the world around him. His imagination is vivid,
all-encompassing, and beautiful. He wants to be liked, and loved for good
deeds.
This daily immersion in the likes of superheroes got me
thinking about the heroes in romance novels. Do the heroes in these novels want to be liked, and loved for their
good deeds as well? Or are they the kind of men who merely want to live their
own lives, but they’ve been thrust into a challenge they can’t avoid, and must
do what they can?
At what point do little boys stop wanting to be heroes? Or does that desire fade at all? Deep down,
do all men want to be that kind of superhero? Do they secretly put on their Batman
capes when no one is
watching? Or listen to the Superman theme song as they
drive to work. (Yes I know, I’ve mixed up Marvel heroes with DC Comics, but
you get my point).
Much like William Shakespeare’s quote:
Some are born great,
some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them.
Much of the historical heroes I’ve read are those who were
‘born great,’ Lords of their family lands and leaders of armies. A few have
‘achieved greatness’ by overcoming their humble beginnings and growing into legendary soldiers. A lot of the contemporary stories I’ve read have been about those that have ‘greatness thrust upon them.’ At least, that’s what the hero in my latest novel,
Jewel of Solana was
like. He didn’t strive for greatness, or to be the hero. But when chaos crossed
his path in the form of Princess Alanna running from evil, he did what he could
to find his way back to a normal life, only to realize that life no longer
existed. The
damsel in distress needed help, and he accepted the challenge of being the hero to save her.
Of course, reality is never that simple, or straightforward.
Heroes lose all the time. Damsels save themselves, more often
than are saved by others. Little boys grow out of their capes and Iron Man
costumes. It's a sad reality. But I still think there are plenty of heroes out there, in their own small gestures. The good samaritans, the nurses, the teachers...the mothers and fathers who work tirelessly to raise the next generation of heroes.
But for now, I’ll continue to watch my boys playing the
superheroes our world lacks. I like the idea of super strength, and a laser beam from my palm. :)
What kind of heroes do you like reading most? The born heroes,
the ones who seek greatness, or those
that have greatness thrust upon them?
Susan Sheehey writes romantic suspense about Royals on the run, and contemporary romance. Water plays a crucial element in all of her novels, and she's a strong advocate for Autism Awareness and acceptance. Forced to give up Diet Coke, she now functions on heavy amounts of French Vanilla coffee. Susan lives and laughs in Texas with her husband and two boys. Follow her at
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Long before Laura Ingalls Wilder’s books
became part of the Little House on the
Prairie television series, the Little
House books were a favorite of mine as a child, starting with the Little House in the Big Woods, published
by Harper in 1932. It was Wilder’s first book and was based on memories of her
early childhood in the big woods near Pepin, Wisconsin, in the early 1870s. It
propelled her Little House series
consisting of eight more books which recorded pioneer life late in the 19th
century based on her family’s experiences on the American frontier.
I was an avid reader of all the Little House books. I remember taking
one of them outside on my swing during the summer and devouring it as
quickly as possible. There was something magical about the big woods, the
prairie, the unsettled Dakota Territory, the farm, the banks of a Plum Creek
and life during a blizzard. 
Laura Ingalls was the second child of
five children to Charles and Caroline Ingalls. During her childhood, her father
moved the family many times, but over the winter of 1879-1880, he filed for a
formal homestead in De Smet, South Dakota, which became her parents’ and her
older sister’s (Mary) home for the remainder of their lives. 
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