Friday, June 22, 2007

Holding Out for a Hero

H just graduated from kindergarten. She turned 6 in May. She is a beautiful, of-her-own-world girl. She reminds me a lot of my Sammy at that age. Last week, on the day before the last day of school, she got out of the car. Her mom was taming her wild hair, and H's eyes opened wide and she made a surprised sound.

She had just realized she'd forgotten something. Underwear.

Now, if she had been wearing pants, no biggie, right? Naturally, she was in a dress. (Or should I say "au naturel"?)

With strict instructions from her mom not to tell anyone, H went off to class, awaiting her hero.

Cue the red-headed super hero, H's dad. I happen upon H's dad, who says to me, "I'm on a heroic mission to bring my daughter underwear. She forgot it this morning."

And it's a good thing her dad played hero because, unbeknownst to her parents, that was the day H got to be principal for a day. She even stuck with the principal during the softball game between teachers and the fifth graders.

Want another heroic dad story? Here's one a bit closer to home for me.

For her birthday nearly a year ago, Sammy got a knitting kit. I don't knit. I don't sew. I don't iron. I don't weave. (Unless I've had too much to drink.) I don't have the capability to do such things. I am inept.

But Pete knits. [The story of why Pete knits will be told at a later date.] And so when Sammy asked for assistance in knitting a fashion purse, having found her nearly-year-old gift in the unopened gifts stacked in her closet, Pete took the bait. He patiently explained it to her. He started her off. He watched her.

The next day, she asked if she could knit some. Like, yeah, feel free, girl, just don't be asking me for help because I am inept. So she knitted some more. And then she knitted still some more.

When Pete got home, he saw how she'd done. Let's give her a D, grading on a curve. So my husband the hero, not wanting to sadden her, tore all the work out and spent the evening knitting. So when Sammy picked it up the next evening with him and proceeded to knit under his watchful eye and with further lessons, her sense of self was firmly intact.

Everyday heroes. We call them "Dad" around these here parts.

4 comments:

Rebecca said...

Wow. I'm impressed. I once asked my Grandma Adele to teach me how to knit, only for her to find out she'd forgotten how. We spent hours while she re-taught herself, and then tried to teach me. I was awful at it. And I thought it would be relaxing!

jenica said...

that is so sweet. i'm still not sure how she forgot underwear, but it totally made me giggle.

i just tagged you with a meme. enjoy! and have a great weekend!

Bubba's Sis said...

Daddy is just another name for Hero. Aren't they great?

If you knit with steel wool can you make a car?

Jolene said...

My dad was and still is my hero. Don't know what I would have done without a great father like him.

Your guy ain't too shabby himself.

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