When I was young I wanted to a super hero. I wanted to be Superman, Hulk, Batman, Spiderman, Captain America, you name the rest. I imagined myself flying to someone’s rescue that I didn't even know. I would daydream of holding a building steady through an earthquake so all the people inside could run free. I wanted to save for the glory that the saving provided. Deep down I knew it wasn't real, but still I longed to a hero to someone.
I guess it is innate in little boys. My son is 6 and of the 4 years he has been able to pick his own custume on Halloween he has been a hero of some sort. This year while walking the streets “Trick or Treating” I saw all my childhood memories running all around me. I heard Captain America tell a group that the house around the corner had “whole” candy bars. I saw Batman. Superman flew right by me. Spiderman appeared to climb over other kids to fill his bucket. Kids were having fun. I was joining them.
Then out of nowhere my 4 year old daughter warmed my heart. She softly whispered in my ear that I was her hero. It took everything in me not to start crying right there in the midst of all the festivities. She explained that earlier that week when we were at an Indoor Water Park I became a hero in her eyes. After going down the slides several times one of the guards told her she couldn't slide anymore. She was too short. I had several options: 1. Don't slide anymore (not an real option) 2. Get angry and make a bad example of how to handle adversity by throwing a fit telling the guard that she had done this 15 times already and why was he being a jerk (I am not exaggerating) 3. find the manager and explain the situation to see if there is anything that can be done.
We went with option three. To my surprise it worked. The manager understood and agreed to sign off on her continuing to slide. My daughter was ecstatic. She jumped up and down and hugged my neck. She learned a valuable life lesson about treating people with respect. However, she wasn't the only one that learned a lesson. Her dad now understands what it takes to be a true hero. You don't have to lift buildings or be able to fly. You just have to love your kids and be engaged in their life. When mom and dad’s do this we make a difference in their life’s and we become hero’s to them. I cant think of a better hero to be.