True Heroism

I saw this over on Facebook, and felt kind of sad:

I am definitely a hero to my son, arguably the most dedicated he’ll ever have. But he’s never really been the Jimmy Olsen to my Superman; he’s the J. Jonah Jameson to my Spider-Man. Some days I’m not sure I’ll ever see him show me the common courtesy he’d show a stranger, to say nothing of actual respect. But I’m not going to stop. And that’s heroic, even if he never recognizes it.

But then there’s the second part of the inscription, which is actually true and heartwarming. My daughter has mentioned wanting to marry me a couple of times in the past (though it’s been a while; she learned and accepted the impossibility just fine). She’s got a healthy love for both of her parents. Her faith in me inspires me to live up to it.

Real Conversation with a Seven-Year-Old

Other Guy: So your job is to stay at home with these two?
Me (spinning Lydia in the air): Yup.
7-year-old: Your job is to stay with them? That just sounds like a dad.
Me: Well, I am their dad.
7yo: That’s not a job, what’s your other job?
Me: I don’t have one right now–
7yo: You lost your job?
Me: No, I left it so I could take care of them at home.
7yo: That was a dumb idea.
Me: …
7yo: You could be making… a hundred dollars a week!
Me: *visualizes him doing Dr. Evil pinky gesture, chuckles inwardly*

(Other topics included Bakugan and the Coca-Cola museum.)