Hero Worship

The other night my son was watching the Golden State Warriors game and giving me the play-by-play. He then mentions, “Stephen Curry is so awesome, he’s my hero.” I completely overreacted. “Oh no” I say, “We don’t have hero’s that just throw balls into hoops. Just because someone is good at a sport doesn’t make them a hero.” I was pretty lathered up about this and my son launched into Stephen’s defense. “Mom, he’s a good guy, he doesn’t get in trouble, his kid was even at his press conference, so he’s a good dad.” My response, “Is he married to that kid’s mother?” (OMG, even writing this I can hear how judgemental I sound… I am a terrible person.) My little guy, “Yes, and they’re having another baby soon, I saw the wife, she was pregnant, at the game cheering for him” Me, “Ok, but does he get in trouble? NBA’ers have a reputation.” (I am a judgemental bitch!) My son, “No, really mom, he doesn’t get arrested, even his mom comes to the games, when he got hurt the other day she was in the stands saying, ‘It’s ok baby, get up, you’re ok.’ So she’s like you mom.” I relented. “Ok if you say he’s a good guy and you understand that he should have good values and be a good husband, dad and son, then he’s worthy of your admiration.” My son, “So he can be my hero?” Me, “Sure, one of them.”

Even after this sweet conversation I had to Wiki Stephen Curry. His dad was an NBA’er, his mom started a Montessori School. He’s a Christian. I couldn’t find any criminal record. All good, Stephen Curry is a good boy. And I’m a judgemental bitch who jumped at a stereotype. Even worse, I thought I could choose my son’s hero! What is wrong with me? I’ll work on the judgemental bitch part, but even more interesting was that my son really defended Stephen Curry’s character and wanted me to accept him and realize he was a worthy role model. At 9 years old he had some good facts to back up his affinity for Curry as a man, and as the 2015 NBA Most Valuable Player. I realize little boys look up to sports stars, but I do not regret challenging his worthiness. This led to a conversation about values. Being a good husband, father, son and citizen are what I want my son to be, and I want his heroes to model those traits. I’m not ashamed to proclaim this out loud to my kids or anyone. Although, I am a little embarrassed for jumping to a conclusion about a man I knew nothing about… until now. Thank you Stephen Curry for teaching me to chill before I chide, and for being a man worthy of my sons admiration.

This week I wish you a moment of pause before leaping to any conclusion, and truly worthy people you can call your heroes.

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