My heroes

You know when you try to think of heroes – people you’re inspired by, whose example you aspire to? I’m currently sitting in the swimming baths watching my daughter’s swimming lesson and I think my children might be my heroes.

Daniel is 6. He’s quiet, intelligent and analytical. But he’s quietly confident, an intelligent leader among his friends,  and a diligent, analytical hardworker. He has determination and he doesn’t shy away from a challenge. He’s caring and compassionate and draws people to him.

I want to be like my son.

Emily is nearly 4. She’s dynamite – she lands with a splash wherever she goes and she doesn’t know the meaning of quiet. But she is confident, funny and dances through

life. She has friends and she cares about people. She lives in the moment and she can focus when she needs to.

I want to be like my daughter.

My kids make me immensely proud; not just for what they can do,  though what they can do constantly astounds me,  but for the strong and wise people I see them becoming. They make me more than proud though, they set me an example, and this is a fairly new and startling revelation.

My children are definitely my heroes.

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2 thoughts on “My heroes”

  1. This post touched me so much. I couldnt have said it better myself. Some of the things children teach us about being better people never ceases to amaze me. How many times my son’s innocent and painfully honest words have made me stop mid sentence and sometimes all you can do is just take note, say sorry and promise to be better so you can live up to being the people that they see you as. I love my son more than I ever thought possible and I live everyday hoping to be the mother he deserves, because he really does deserve the best. He makes me better just by being here.

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