Dear Mom

[supes]

Hey, mom.

I know it's been a while since I called or wrote an email longer than a paragraph, even back home, and Paradisa doesn't help things. Between the Kandorians, the Daily Planet, being the Blur, Lois and magic castles, I've got a lot on my hands and even more on my mind. I can't exactly get this message across the universe to you, but I'll say it anyway:

Happy mother's day, mom. You're the greatest, and I miss you so much.

Right now, Paradisa's doing an event for the third year in a row; giving us all kids. It's a weird blessing, to have something I know I'll probably never have the chance to have back on Earth. I have a daughter named Lara, and she's beautiful. Blonde with big blue eyes that just light up at the smallest things. I've also got a son named Vril, and he's seriously the smartest kid I've ever met; I don't think any kid his age could possibly do what he can do. It's hard to explain, but they both really do feel like mine. I wish you could meet them.

You were only here for a short while, but it's still so amazing, mom. The people here –– the people from my future, and the people from alternate futures, and the people who have been such good friends to me –– are nothing short of amazing. Even if we don't get along all the time, these people are the kind of heroes the world deserves, and to know I've influenced the universe so much is so humbling. They all live such big lives.

I've learned to fly, too –– for the longest time I thought that taking flight would mean losing the one last thing that was keeping me figuratively grounded, but it isn't. Jor-El was wrong; it wasn't about seeing myself as human. It was about fear, and worrying I would be leaving something or someone behind. I've probably spent weeks worth of time now, floating above the world, just thinking and taking it all in. It never gets old.

It's bizarre to go home and forget about it, and then come back with the same revelations about who I am and flight and the world that I've held so dearly in Paradisa, but I look forward to learning them again back home... hopefully, anyway. It's hard to admit, but despite all the conclusions I've come to here, I look at everyone else here and still hope I'm going to measure up to their worlds' Supermen. For once, people have come to me with a destiny, and it's one I'm happy to embrace wholeheartedly.

I love you, mom. I hope things are going well in D.C.; I read all of your emails, even if I don't have time to reply.

Love,
Clark


[ooc: after he and Brainy wake up, obviously; we're gonna backdate that later.]