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Why Goodnight Superman for the name?
Every night, for as long as I remember, my wife and I have assisted our son into his bed, and covered him up. As we turn off the lights and shut the door, my last words to him are always
“Good night Superman.”
Like so many other boys, when I was growing up, I dreamed of being Superman myself. My grandmother even sewed me a Superman cape that I wore when I jumped off the garage roof once hoping I too could fly.
Now, as I realize every night, the real Superman lives down the hall. Turns out, I’m raising Superman.
Superman has cerebral palsy, autism, and epileptic seizures. He’s completely non-verbal, intellectually disabled, and mobility impaired.
When he was born, I wasn’t sure he was what I wanted at all. I was convinced God had wrecked my life. Ruined me. Punished me.
We had already lost our first child.
The pain of that experience was almost unbearable. For months and months we had prayed for a healthy, perfect child. We constantly prayed and petitioned God for a perfect little boy when we were expecting Jon Alex.
When we learned of our son’s profound special needs, I was devastated. All my plans, all my hopes, all my dreams—gone.
Why? Who was to blame? Was it us or was it God?
Now that Superman is seventeen years old, I no longer use words like burdened, ruined, or punished. Now I use words like chosen called, and committed.
And I realize now, these seventeen years later, that he is everything I am not, and that he is everything I want to be.
I am humbled and blessed that God did not give me what I wanted, but rather chose to give me what I needed.
I wanted a healthy typical little boy. God had something better for me.
I used to think God had given me Jon Alex because he knew Jon Alex needed me. I now realize I had it backwards.
God gave me Jon Alex because he knew I needed him.
“Good night Superman.”