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he·ro:  a person who, in the opinion of others, has heroic qualities or has performed a heroic act and is regarded as a model or ideal.

This past New Years Eve day, Brent’s family lost it’s patriarch and my husband lost his personal hero.  It was devastating for everyone and especially Brent, as his living hero would no longer be a daily part of his life.

There was not one thing in particular that made Grandpa Bill a hero, it was a combination of many things.  He wasn’t a hero in the classic sense.  He didn’t jump from tall buildings, drive a bat mobile, or sling spiderwebs from his wrists (can you see my frame of reference? Boys… and superheros…), but he was a hero in every sense of the word.  To Brent, he was everything that Brent wants to be.

A loving husband to his wife for 50+ years, a loving father, a provider; an all around amazing person.

When Brent brought home his Grandpa’s dog tag from World War II, I knew I had to do something special.  This is what I came up with…

  Grandpa’s tag on the top.

What is it that makes someone hero material? 

    My tag small on the side.

When I think of the hero in my life, it is my Mom.

My mom was a teacher, mind you she was an amazing teacher, and although she had a very successful teaching career, she wasn’t famous, didn’t have the most popular blog and outside our community she wasn’t known by millions.  Yet, when I think of my hero and the person I would most like to emulate, it would be her.

So what does that say about being a mom, staying home with the kids and whether what we are doing is really “meaningful”?

Am I the only one who feels like being a stay- at-home mom means that I am not doing enough or that the “work” I am doing is not as much of a contribution to our family?  

Sad but true?  I wonder if it is the type A overachiever in me, or the little girl that just wanted to be something spectacular.

You never know- Amongst all the chaos, the dirt, the whining, complaining, ignoring and the list goes on, we may just be someone’s hero.  Their mom.  The exact thing that they want to be.  That is good stuff…

I guess the lesson is, I should do what I am doing.

I saw a quote on Pinterest ( I LOVE Pinterest, btw) that is so provoking….


Yet again… Good Stuff.

Who is the hero in your life?