Five Minute Friday: Hero

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Today’s prompt is HERO.
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Martina McBride does a song called, In My Daughter's Eyes and that is my contribution to the word hero for today.  I truly believe that this is what I am to her.  I may not always be perfect, motherhood did not come with a manual.  What I did....I did because I felt it was right.  I know that she has no doubt that  I am someone who loves her beyond the moon and back.  I sing this at church every Mother's Day and have sung it on Graduation Sunday when all we have graduating only girls. 

In my daughter's eyes,

I am a hero,

 I am strong and wise,

And I know no fear,

 But the truth is plain to see,

 She was sent to rescue me,

 I see who I want to be,

 In my daughter's eyes 

In my daughter's eyes,

 Everyone is equal,

 Darkness turns to light,

 And the world is at peace,

 This miracle god gave to me,

 Gives me strength when I am weak,

 I find reason to believe,

 In my daughter's eyes 

And when she wraps her hand around my finger,

 How it puts a smile in my heart,

 Everything becomes a little clearer,

 I realize what life is all about,

 It's hanging on when your heart is had enough,

 It's giving more when you feel like giving up,

 I've seen the light,

 It's in my daughter's eyes 

In my daughter's eyes,

 I can see the future,

 A reflection of who I am and what will be,

 And though she'll grow and someday leave,

 Maybe raise a family,

 When I'm gone I hope you see,

 How happy she made me,

 For I'll be there,

In My daughter’s eyes

If I were to write about my own hero I would change a few of the words to In My Daddy's Eyes.  He was my hero and he knew it.  He taught me right from wrong, good from bad, how to fish and shoot a gun.  How to play a game without cheating, how to compete....and most importantly how to lose with grace.  He taught me about worship, God, how to be a Christian.  He taught me how to work with ethics, how to have morals, how to love, how to cry, how to be strong.  He was my hero.  He always was....it is a shame that in today's society there are not enough hero's like this to go around.  Wake up folks....movie stars, athletes....they are not what heroes are made of....they fall far short.  Heroes are the people who spend time with a child and make sure they are raised up in the way they should go....because let me tell you....once we are grown....we don't depart from it.