Super Heroes

Just a few short thoughts for tonight...

Super heroes are great, aren't they? There have been a few super heroes in my life...

My dad has always been a super hero of mine. He always saw the good in me, and made sure to remind me of it.

During my teenage years, there was an older man in our ward. Every time he saw me he would call me "Beautiful" and give me a hug. He made me feel beautiful.

My husband who makes me feel beautiful now.

My mission companions who loved me despite my shortcomings, my many, many shortcomings.

My siblings who always accept and love me the way I am.

Speaking of super heroes, check out these bad boys....

(Pay no attention to the clothe-less child, this was in between changing of the clothes-for the millioneth time that day)

Today my friend Shelly was kind enough to patiently help me make some "super hero" capes for my boys. Izak insisted his be red like Superman and Landon's be black like Batman. I'm excited to make them their masks to go with it...

I love Super Heroes!

My Heart was Broken...

...for the little six year old boy that was being verbally abused in the store. Who was told that his parents' hoped his leg was broken. Who was berated over and over for a wrong doing.
My Heart was Angered...
...for the little boy when he was physically harmed and had a mark on his face five minutes later to show for it.
My Heart was Sad...
....when I saw the person standing right next to him turn around and face the other direction until the scene was over.

My Heart was Pounding...
...when I confronted the man and woman and while trying to empathize with the frustrations that sometimes come with children, also explaining to them at the same time that it is never okay to abuse your child. That abuse is against the law.
My Heart was Outraged...
...when the man replied by telling me that the boy got what he deserved. And then the man expounded on that by saying he would've killed him if they hadn't have been in the store.
My Heart was Racing...
...when the couple started verbally attacking me with profanity, screaming, and very close proximity to my face.

And then my heart was shocked...
...when a lady came up and told me that I wasn't setting a good example for my children by causing the scene. And then the man that helped me out with my groceries informed me that I shouldn't have handled it in such a way.

And I pondered this in my heart all the way home and all afternoon...how it was that I was treated as if I had caused a scene. How the employees quickly rushed me out of the store so as to not cause anymore disturbance. How I was told that I had done wrong. How I was made to feel embarassed for my actions.

But I am not embarassed. And as long as the safety of me or my children are not in jeopardy, I will continue to give voice to those children that don't have a voice. I will not allow the fear of others' actions to dictate my actions.