My hero

Most of my boys at some point or another have wanted to grow up and be a hero of some sort. You know, fireman, police officer, military. That type of thing. And most of them have stated they want to be in those professions so they can keep harm from coming to me, other family members, or other families. My most creative child was going to grow up and be a super hero bigger than Superman, but you get the general idea.

I'd like to introduce you to my fourth son. His name is Terry, and he's three years old. I recently asked him what he wanted to be when he grew up. After we got past a dozen "I don't knows", and twice as many, "I'm just a little boy!"s, he really thought about the question and answer. I wish I could tell you what teachings prompted his answer, but I'm pretty sure it was just by God's grace and wisdom this little boy answered with these words. "Well Mom, when I grow up I'm going to be a protector. I will protect you, my sisters, and all the other girls. God made me a boy, and I am supposed to work hard. And I will be a Daddy, just like mine."

Do you know how humbling his statement was and is to my heart? Are we teaching all our boys to have this same heart and attitude? Am I teaching my girls to hunt for a boy just like this, so they can truely submit and serve their husbands? I don't know, but it is something that has drove me to my knees countless times. And I couldn't love my protector any more.