I went to the Cleveland Museum of Art last Saturday expecting to see the British Drawings exhibit.
But instead, I saw love.
{and, as it happens, I saw Batman as well.}
Tom and I decided to take advantage of a free day and venture to University Circle. It’s one of our favorite places in Cleveland, and a perfect destination on a crisp, sunny, spring afternoon. After a leisurely brunch, we traveled through the historic neighborhoods on Shaker and North Park, past Case Western Reserve and Severance Hall, landing a lucky parking spot right next to the art museum.
The hush of such a museum always fascinates me…there’s something about being in the presence of such beautiful and timeless works that evokes whispers. As we wandered through the galleries, we lingered by a contemporary sculpture, wondering what statement the artist could possibly be making…and giggling at our obvious lack of sophistication. I turned away to view another piece when Tom tugged at my elbow.
“Look,” he whispered. “There’s Batman.”
I glanced behind my shoulder, expecting to see another sculpture or or a painting of the famous character…instead, I saw a four year-old boy dressed up…from head to toe…as Batman: Shirt. Boots. Pants. Gloves. Headpiece. Mask. (and, of course…the cape.)
He walked quietly next to his mom, a young, slim woman who was fashionably dressed.
I smiled at them, imagining the conversation that might have occurred prior to their art-museum-field trip:
Mom: “We’re going to the art museum!”
Son: “But I don’t want to go to the art musuem!”
Mom: “Well, this is what we have planned for today.”
Son: “I’m NOT going.”
Mom: “You can wear your Batman suit…”
So, there they were, enjoying an afternoon date. “You have Batman with you today,” I remarked as they walked by.
The young woman smiled warmly, the unmistakable tone of sheer pride in her voice: “I sure do.”
Batman regarded me solemnly before scampering into the next room.
And off they went…Mother and Superhero.
Truly a work of art.
Click here to read about seeing love at the movies.
Photo cred: littleheartsbooks.com
Diving for Pearls 
As the mother of three girls who have insisted on choosing their own clothes since they were two, and who has at various times walked beside my little chickadees dressed as fairies, angels, hoboes, cats (on all fours) and fishermen and tried not to cringe, I LOVE this post. Letting them choose to express where they’re at and then standing tall and proud beside them – that is great if sometimes slightly embarrassing work as a parent. Thank you for affirming it.