Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace,
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go,
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living,
But the child that's born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny, blithe, good, and gay.
Well, after a few much needed days away from work and with my adorable nieces and nephews, I'm back and hopefully I can do justice to the last chapter of this piece – we'll see and thanks for sticking with me!
Sunday's Child: Superman
"But the child that's born on the Sabbath day is bonny, blithe, good, and gay"
"One thing I know no matter where I go, I keep my heart and soul in the Boondocks…
It's where I learned about living, it's where I learned about love, it's where I learned about working hard…" – Little Big Town
Sometimes it felt like no matter what he did that he didn't belong. He was always different personas, different people, always trying to please the world and rarely taking a minute for himself. The few minutes he could actually call downtime usually involved sleeping or eating before racing towards yet another newspaper assignment or League mission.
But he was different. He knew that. He'd always known that. There was a part of him that would always be Kryptonian, that would never really know what it was like to be at home on Earth, to be just another man among so many in the world.
He was Superman.
And yet, he was also Clark Kent, son to Jonathan and Martha, raised on a farm in Kansas and slowly rising through the ranks of the Daily Planet. He'd been able to learn from his adopted parents about things like morals, control, and how to be a good man, no matter his background. To them, he was simply their son and he always had been. And he was grateful for that – that they had been able to look on him as a son and as just another person.
He couldn't have asked for better adopted parents or a better place to call home than Kansas. They had all been part and parcel to who he was now, to both Superman and Clark Kent. He was both because of his background, because of the upbringing that he'd been raised with.
Sometimes, he wondered if things would have been different had he been raised on Krypton. And yet, most of the time, he didn't dwell on that, preferring instead to think about all the gifts that he'd been given and the family life he'd been blessed with.
Krypton had birthed him, but it was Earth and its nature and inhabitants who had made him Superman.
And while sometimes he longed for the simplicity of just being another ordinary man, he knew and understood that with great gifts came great responsibility. And he was a man who didn't shirk his responsibilities.
Ma and Pa Kent would never have allowed that.
Although he sometimes didn't feel like he fit in entirely with the rest of the world, he knew that he had made a difference in his adopted home, even just as Clark Kent. He had been able to give the Kents the gift of a son and he enjoyed his work for the Daily Planet – telling a story in facts and truth through the written word. It was an escape for him – to pick up that pencil or to sit and type at the keyboard – and a love that had given him yet another purpose in life.
He knew that people always saw him as who he was in that moment – Clark was the bumbling reporter with the thick glasses and the Midwestern morals while Superman was the hero who never lost and always championed the people.
In a way, he was both and always would be. He couldn't let go of either of those personalities without changing intrinsically who he was.
And, letting go of those thoughts and turning his mind to the upcoming weekend he was planning to spend on the farm as he circled Metropolis, pulling Lois more securely into his arms, he decided that he wouldn't change his life for anything.
The End. Hope you enjoyed it! Feel free to let me know what you thought of it…but please try to be positive, even with criticism. I've noticed (and received) a few incredibly offensive reviews floating around.
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