Guest Post by Jack B.
Mama, it didn't take long for me to learn you weren't a mythical figure. You're not the kind of hero who bullets bounce off of. You bleed just like me. And even though you do, you'd still step in front of that bullet for me. That makes you, that makes all mamas like you, dang good mamas. Because of that, I'm learning that I'd rather be a dang good parent than a hero any day. I'm learning that I don't want to be like you. You're teaching me to want to be me. You're teaching me and helping make me a dang good person and, eventually, a dang good parent, because you're you.