Heroes

We relish news of our heroes, forgetting that we are extraordinary to somebody too.
Helen Hayes

It isn't all that often that I look in the mirror and think of myself as someone's hero. I very rarely throw on a cape. Last time I wore tights, I threw a dress on over top of them so as not to scare the neighbors with the sausage-like rolls of "fluff" they ensconced. And I don't own a utility belt. The closest thing I've got is a purse, and to be honest, it doesn't hold nearly as much as it used to.

However, in pondering Helen's quote, it does remind me that for at least two little people I know, I'm pretty darn extraordinary and hold Hero Potential. I hope I can live up to the expectations.

Wow. Hero Potential. How daunting. When pondering "should I have a baby?" does that concern ever pop up in those words? Can I undertake the task of being someone's hero? It didn't cross my mind really. Probably due to the fact that when I hear the word "Hero" I immediately go to Batman, Wonder Woman, Spiderman, etc. I think Marvel. Even when asked "who are your heroes?", I don't immediately think of anyone.

But I hope that one day, when my girls are in school and their teacher says "who is your hero?" that perhaps I get a shout out. I'm not confident it will happen, because ultimately their daddy is much more superhero material than I. So I'm pretty sure that their response will be daddy-themed. I'm okay with that. Because when I was little, my daddy was my hero. He kind of still is, even though he died six years ago. It's sort of the way life works...Daddies are their little girls' heroes.

It'd still be nice to think though, that I've at least done a good enough job to have the potential there...