My Hero

A couple of weeks ago, my oldest son, Noah, who is in the third grade, was showing us around his classroom and showing some of his work during the open house at Christ the King School.

The event is a scene you'd pretty much expect: tons of LOUD kids, dazed, tired parents (it was in the evening, so most looked haggard from work), and scurrying about with shouts of "look at this, look at this."

In the midst of this, Noah showed us an assignment that he had completed for the big event. The piece of paper had several panels, each with a headline, like, "Favorite Food," "Most Important Event in My Life, So Far," etc. In each panel, he had drawn his personal answer to the headlined.

Under "My Hero" he had drawn a picture of me. I have not been able to discuss this since that evening. Looking at that drawing, all the hubbub was quieted, and I was left the most humble person at that school.

How many times have I known I am not his hero and should not be any hero? But I can tell you, I have never been more committed to earning the honor he has already given me: His Hero.