Last night as I was reading to my son he turned to me, interrupted and quietly whispered, “daddy, you’re my hero”. Looking back into his eyes I told him that I loved him, gently kissed him on the forehead and continued to read.
However, I could not stop thinking about what he had said. My eyes began to well and I could feel my throat tense.
At four years old, I was unsure if he understood what having a hero meant. [Read more…]