There are moments as a parent that will stop you in your tracks. Last weekend was one of those moments for me.
Ten, twenty, even thirty years from now you may not remember that day, but I will.
Your dad, sister, you and I piled in the car and headed over to Bend for Cousin Connor’s super hero birthday party. It was a great day.
Part of the party was a “super hero training course” where you had various obstacles to complete around their backyard. While all the kids were running around having a good time a “super villain” came out and dropped “bombs” on you guys. They were balloons and you had to run around and pop them as fast as possible to “save the city”. Everyone was having lots of fun running around making the “bombs” blow up.
There was a boy there. He was bigger than you. He was louder than you. He knew more of the other kids than you did.
You both went for the same balloon. You beat him to it. You popped it. You giggled in delight. He was mad. He threw himself on the ground and started crying, frustrated that you beat him to the balloon and that he didn’t get to pop it. You noticed him, but seemed to move on to grab the next bomb that was being dropped. You were having so much fun.
That’s when something extraordinary happened.
Instead of grabbing the next balloon, one of the last ones, and popping it, you rushed to grab it and you immediately ran over to that boy, who was still lying on the ground, and handed it to him.
When your dad was telling me this story, it was at this point that my heart stopped. I may have got a tiny bit teary eyed.
The truest test of one’s character is how they act when they think no one is watching.
Well, your dad saw this whole thing take place. You had no idea he was watching your every move, you were just doing what you thought was the right thing to do. As soon as it happened he called you over to him. He hugged you as tight as he could, kissed you on the top of your head and told you how proud of you we are.
You smiled at him and said thanks. Then ran back to the obstacle course to keep playing.
From the time you took it upon yourself to thank soldiers sitting in a restaurant for their service, now to this, I am continually amazed by your kind heart and your thoughtful, gentle nature.
You really are a super hero.
I am so proud of the little lady you are becoming.
I love you,
I may have gotten teary eyed reading this!
Heart punch. And a fews tears. Good momma and sweet girl.
That is so sweet. We all just hope our kids are your daughter when that day comes. :) Good job, mom.