When your child really doesn’t want his fingernails … or toenails … trimmed, and you patiently work with him to get it done.
When your child does his best to declare he is all better so he doesn’t have to see the doctor, and you take him anyway.
When you help hold him down for Dr. Shott to look inside his ears with the microscope, although you’d rather be the one being held down.
When you try to console him afterward, telling him it’s all over now.
When he cheerfully says, “Sure!” after you’ve heard “No” a hundred times.
When he is so proud of himself for brushing his own teeth, and you go ahead and get the spots he missed.
When your child has you close your eyes so he can surprise you with his clean hands by letting you smell them.
When he is sleeping, and when he is awake.
When your child is in pain and doesn’t understand it, and you do your utmost to comfort him.
When he asks loudly for the window lock to be turned on, instead of just leaving the window up himself, and you cooperate.
When he is so delighted about giving or receiving an “appise” (surprise) and you recognize that he has caught your generosity.
When he notices that the picture on the book page matches the cover and shows you, and you marvel at his ability to notice such things.
When you manage the logistics for multiple children and one of them gets sick, and you have to quickly shuffle things around.
When you observe each and every single step he makes toward being more independent.
When your husband travels for work, and believes in your ability to manage your home, even when you feel like you’re too tired to move.
During the times you marvel at the blessing that your child is, and you recognize the gifts that come to us through no action on our own part.
During the times you wonder how things can be so hard, but you wouldn’t trade it.
During the exhausted times when he has been getting sick, or needy, and asking for Something Different than he just asked for, and you stay patient (or sometimes, not).
When his little body snuggles up against yours and you feel his gentle breathing, and you are reminded what a gift he is.
When he gets out the pictures of his big sisters and brothers and talks about them, clearly adoring them, and you are grateful for the gift of family.
When he mispronounces words and it’s too cute to try to correct, and you even pronounce some of his words the same way.
When he pretends to be Santa Claus by making a finger mustache over his mouth, and you act surprised.
I’ve read some blogs where mothers don’t want to be considered heroes. But when I consider the definition that a hero is someone who, in the face of danger and adversity or from a position of weakness, display courage and the will for self-sacrifice for some greater good of all humanity, (definition from DuckDuckGo), it seems to me that it fits.
Life move fast for me. Taking time to write slows me down and reminds me of all that I do, imperfect though it is.
Mom, You are a Hero!