As I laze around in bed this morning watching Skylar dance for the camera, I can’t help but smile. Yesterday I watched Ellen, and they were talking about every day heros. Like the random strangers who came together and saved a man’s children who were stuck in their car underwater.
I am much too modest to think I am Skylar’s hero, but I have high hopes that he has a deep appreciation for what I do, even though there are no words spoken. He’ll babble on and on to me all throughout the day in attempts to hold a conversation with me, even though I can’t understand a word he’s saying; I always talk right back. He can’t say it, but when I look into his eyes and his smile beams right back at me I know. I know he wants to tell me that he loves me, I know he wants to tell me that’s he’s happy. I may not wear a cape, or be the perfect mother- but that look is just enough to warm my heart and make me feel complete.