About four years ago, my daughter Mia dressed up for Halloween as Captain America. Bright red tights, stars and stripes shining, and of course the famous shield – which at the time was nearly as big as she was. She was so happy.
I accompanied her to Halloween parties and out trick-or-treating, and watched Mia beam every time someone said how much they liked her costume. As a mom, I was so proud to watch her “mind her manners” – smile and tell each person thank you. I was equally impressed, though, with the way she’d patiently but firmly set people straight every time they called her “girl Captain America.”