If we are lucky, we have heroes. Some one we can look up to, aspire to become, emulate. If we are really lucky- these heroes are someone we know that we may interact with on a regular basis. And, if we are truly blessed, as I am, we are related to our heroes and get to touch and see and love them on a daily basis. When we think of heroes we often visualize those generations who have gone on before us- blazed a path, lead the way. My heroes are a generation behind me - but that is the only instance where I outpace them. My heroes are my children. My daughter. My son. Just seeing that in print inspires me. They are mine, my heart, the first and truest loves of my life. I depend on them, I tease them, I laugh with them and at them. I marvel at their strength and beauty. They are first and foremost in my life and I could fill blogs for weeks with stories of their talents, kindnesses and accomplishments. My grand children are my loves, a wonder in my life, joy personified. I revel in the sameness I find reflected in my own children - and in the difference as my grandchildren grow and find their own way, their own personalities. I love being a Granma. But, I treasured the road to Granmaland - Motherhood. My children are grown now and they don't need me the way they used to - and so now I take a few steps back, relax, enjoy and marvel at........my heroes.
