Heroes

Heroes come in all shapes and sizes.  Your kids might look up to Superman or Spiderman as their hero.  There may be a teacher in their life who impacts them in positive ways.  Maybe it will simply be a family friend.  Maybe it will be someone that they have met who is dealing with a disability.  It doesn't really matter who it is, what matters is what your child learns from them. 

For me it is simple.  My children are my heroes.  I have walked with them as they have been hurt and struggled with relationships and friendships that are cruel.  I have watched them handle the situations that arise from these relationships and smiled with pride as they grew stronger and kinder because of the things done to them.  I have reprimanded them when they have behaved poorly as a friend or sibling and smiled as they corrected themselves and found the strength to say "I'm sorry."

They are my heroes as they have juggled school and athletics.  They have managed to learn that school is most important, and athletics is secondary.  They have won many honors and awards academically and athletically and have accepted them with great humility and gratitude.  They have always given credit to the people and coaches who helped them achieve their goals.

They are my heroes in Christ.  They have grown up in the church and even as teenagers and adults, have understood that the Christ and the Church are where they need to center their lives.  That is uncommon in this world of selfishness, egos and "ME".  I am amazed at the strength that they draw on every single day because of their faith.

I have walked with them through injuries, some more serious than others.  I have seen their injuries impact and sometimes change their lives and interfere with their dreams.  They are my heroes as they pick themselves up and move forward with their lives in different or completely new directions. 

My children are my heroes.  I have learned more from them, than they could possibly learn from me. They put on their "superman capes" and face a world that throws challenges at them in every imaginable way and they never lose sight of who and what they are.  They never forget that they are part of a bigger picture and they lean on each other for strength when they find themselves facing their Kryptonite. Only true heroes can admit their weaknesses and draw on their faith and strength to face that kind of adversity. 

My children are my heroes.  Each one is unique and has their own superpower.  I thank God every day for blessing me with them and for all that they have taught me and given to me. Count your blessings.  On this Momsense Monday, my blessings start with the number seven, one number for each child.