Quiet Heros

Quiet heroes dot the landscape of our society. They don’t wear ribbons or kiss trophies; they wear spit-up and kiss boo-boos. They don’t make the headlines, but they do sew the hemlines and check the outlines and stand on the sidelines.

You won’t find their names on the Nobel Prize short list, but you will find their names on the homeroom, carpool, and Bible teacher lists.

They are parents, both by blood and deed, name and calendar. Heroes. News programs don’t call them. But that’s okay. Because their kids do. They call them Mom. They call them Dad. And these moms and dads, more valuable than all the executives and lawmakers west of the Mississippi quietly hold the world together.

Be numbered among them… Play ball while you can and they want you to. Make it your aim to watch every game they play, read every short story they write, hear every recital in which they perform.

Children spell love with four letters: T-I-M-E. Not just quality time but hang time, downtown, anytime, all the time. Your children are not your hobby; they are your calling.

Max Lucado

Facing Your Giants