As a child, my dad was my hero. I thought he could protect me from the monsters in my closet (“Don’t worry, Meg. It’s just the cat!”).
As a teenager, my boyfriend (du jour) was my hero. I thought human love would save me from my low self-esteem.
As a 20-something-year-old, I lost all hope in heroes. I thought cynicism would protect me from heartbreak.
As a 30-something-year-old, I’ve met real heroes:
Recovered and recovering friends and acquaintances who recognize that “ED” (eating disorder) does not have to have the last word;
Resilient students who push through unspeakable traumas and learn to love themselves;
Dedicated teachers who go the extra mile for their students, buying their own classroom supplies, setting healthy boundaries, modeling integrity, and managing distressed (and distressing) parents;
Underpaid employees who carry on with their work because it gives them meaning;
Faithful church members who give God the glory for their blessings and successes;
Yes, there are heroes among us. It’s my prayer today to continue to recognize the heroes in my midst and to take note of the amazing things that happen when I “let go and let God”.
Peace, joy, and health,