There has been some talk of heroes lately.
My childhood friend put up a Facebook post regarding heroes - specifically, some people judging others for their choice of who a hero is. She said,
“If anyone else wants to debate the meaning of 'hero' with me, bring it. I'm baffled and discouraged that people continue to discount who someone's hero is. A bit presumptuous and negative, don't you think?
Just so all of my wonderful friends know, whenever you tell me who your hero is, I will never tell you they are not a hero.”
I totally agree. She’s a smartie.
And this got me to thinking about who my heroes are. There are a bunch. But three stand out.
First, my son TJ. He is an amazing kid, autism or not. I admire him for so many things, but mostly for his unwavering kindness, his honesty, his confidence in himself, his sense of humor, and his bravery as he faces every day head on. As he often finds himself in situations where he may have to hold it together until he can fully relax at home, he does so with determination and an open heart. At 15 he is well practiced in finding ways to get through those days that may overload his senses. And I admire him so much for how far he has come, and for how far he can go.
Next, my son Peter. In his 13 years he has already been face to face with more challenges than most kids his age. It’s not easy having a brother with autism. He has handled the toughest challenges it presents with bravery, determination, and an open heart. He is a fierce advocate for fairness, kindness and inclusion, no matter what the situation. And when he chooses you as a friend, his loyalty is unwavering. He has a sense of humor and maturity that draw people to him, and has a way of making even the most mundane of activities fun. His spirit shines from within, and he is such a light in our lives.
And finally, my husband Sean. Amazing father, amazing partner, amazing friend. We have faced some high highs and some low lows, and we still find a way to smile throughout our days together. Strong when I can’t be, vulnerable when he needs to be, and always providing a solid, safe, and loving place for his family. I call this boy “Dreamboat” for a reason. He is, quite simply, dreamy and wonderful. I am so lucky to call him my husband and best friend, and I can’t imagine my life without him in it. Every day may not be easy, but there is joy in every day, because of him.
It is because of these three heroes that I find the courage and strength to face every day with a smile. These three have made me who I am - a happy and grateful lady.
And so, so lucky.