Talks of Heros
The question in my writing group today...
"Who was your first hero?"
My response was such....
Funny how some things come easy to the mind, while others don't. My first crush I remember. We were in first grade. I was plump and he was some boy with the prettiest eyes and hair I seen on a black boy. My first kiss I remember. I was in the sixth grade and he was in the eighth. I bit his tongue and yet he wanted another. I even remember the first and only whipping I received from my grandmother when I got on her nerves one day. I also, remember the angry look and distrust on her face the night she found out I was having sex at 14 years of age.
A hero didn't come easy to me or maybe it did. Oddly, I was never one to look to any famous figures as heros or SHEros. It's great that you admire a person for all of their accomplishments, but to place a label on them put them on a pedestal is a bit much. It's not fair, and ultimately a bit hard to live up to. Just ask Whitney, Britney, and any other famous icon that has fallen from grace.
For much of my life, I really didn't look up anyone or anything. Okay, maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ybe I indulged in the cartoon Shera early Saturday mornings, just before ballet class. Shera, He-Man's counterpart, was "da bomb" in her mini skirt armor and riding high and pretty on her unicorn. I even got a kick out of Jem, the cartoon punky rock star with big pink hair, as she solved mysteries or situations while still cranking out vicious pop-like tunes. Yet, even Shera and Jem was part of a ficticious world, so it was nothing to REALLY hold on to.
I could easily say that my mother was my hero, but that's not totally true. It's not true of her or any of the other women in my family. So who are or would be my (first) heros? It would be a combination of women and even men. There's no distinct "first" hero with me. My heros are a collage of faces; known and unknown. My heros are the ones who make something of themselves when they had nothing but a humble beginning. Throw in the usual cliches of "strong" "making their way through adversity" and whatever else can be linked to being a hero.. then that's everyone I pretty much see or come in contact with on a daily basis.
Everyone has a story. The triumph from their woe is what makes them heroic in my eyes. It's probably the ever repeated cliche there is in this life..... when the weak become heros.. when the weak find their inner strength.
My only prayer and hope in this life.. is that my daughter will see the same.... in me and that a hero lies within herself.
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