Hero

These days are stressful days for me.
And the recent stress has squeezed me dry of the desire to write.
That's why I appreciate Five Minute Fridays.
It gives me a topic. A place to start.
Even though my mind is swirling with other things.

So here is my contribution to this week's Five Minute Friday.
Writing for 5 minutes.
Whatever comes out.
No edits. And maybe typos.

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GO

I've heard it said that parents are often a child's first hero.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.

My children know I love God.
They also know my favorite color is purple.
And that one spring afternoon
clutching the hand of my preschooler
while on a walk
was quickly to become a moment
of realization for this mommy turned hero.

"What do you think God looks like," I asked.
My three-year old replied, "He's tall. And big."
"What do you think He likes to do?"
Again the child-mind spoke confidently, "Roller skate. And play at the park."
"What is God's favorite color?"
Next came the answer that stopped me in my tracks.
The answer that forever changed the image of hero.
"Purple."
She still held my hand and she kept pace with me.
But my heart had stopped. 
Lurched really.
To my blue-eyed girl, God and I shared the same favorite color.

I've heard it said that parents are often a child's first hero.

I'm not sure how I feel about that.

STOP