There’s a narrow window of time when I am the hero to my children. I’m the one they look up to and the one they adore. This window of time: it’s the trust in my new baby’s eyes; it’s in the very first smile; it’s in the moment I discovered little feet in my high heel shoes.
I guess this is expected when I am their world. I hope my children always have cause to look up to me but the hero factor does change as other people influence their life. I’m glad of this, and I don’t hold onto that hero cape for longer than the window allows. Embrace every season.
What I didn’t expect is that my children would be my heroes. As I watch them grow and learn through the scrapes and bruises of life, I can’t help but feel admiration for their spirit.
They are beautiful.
They delight in living.
They are seekers of truth.
They are quick to forgive.
They love unconditionally.
They hope wholeheartedly.
They believe without seeing.
They don’t judge, but accept.
They see beauty everywhere.
They embrace new challenges.
They see the important things clearly.
They are not afraid to show how they feel.
They find enjoyment in the simple things of life.
They are brave but are willing to ask for help when they need it.
In so many ways, I want to be just like them. My children are my heroes.