How To Become A Hero

Hi, I'm Lego Dad!

Hi, I’m Lego Dad!

Meet Lego Dad, hero of his kids.

He is hanging out in my office on my desk lamp. Our little hero hangs out there and I see him most days as I am sitting at my desk.

As you may know, Legos can take over your entire world if you are not careful. We have boxes and boxes of the things. I was fortunate enough to have a friend whose son had outgrown his Lego collection (GASP! I didn’t think this was possible) and he gave them to my son.

One day my son and daughter were playing and they made Lego Dad. Now I don’t always wear a vest, and I don’t currently rock the beard, although it is almost time for that, but this is a pretty good representation of me.

What is cool, though, is that my kids think enough of me to make Lego Dad.

I happen to know that I really am a hero

to my son and my daughter.

They remind me of this when they rush into my arms when I come home from work each night. I hear what used to be pitter-patter of feet, but now is more like a series of stomps from a herd of wild mustangs as they come rushing to meet me.

It makes me feel like the luckiest guy in the world.

Becoming a hero takes time and effort

I didn’t become a hero overnight.

Becoming a hero to your kids involves work. And play. But mostly work.

It involves taking the time to have a pillow fight when called upon. It means wrestling on the floor. It sometimes means putting underwear on your head and becoming Underwearman (I know, I like Lego Dad better too.) It may mean having spontaneous fun by making up games like:

  • flip school
  • flop school
  • flam school
  • bucking bronco
  • airplane
  • spinning in a circle until you fall down

It is putting your daughter’s hair into braids when your fingers feel way too big for the task. It is listening to stories about school and friends and Girl Scouts. It is having tea parties and playing Barbies and monster trucks and Monopoly and coloring pictures.

It is constructing a fort in the living room made of two ironing boards, four chairs, two air mattresses, all the blankets and pillows in the house, all the characters from Super Mario Brothers, three American Girl dolls, a lamb, a Fwoof, Mr. Snowman, some Hot Wheels cars, a flashlight, some snacks, and some books.

It is praying with Mom and Dad before bed each night that a blanket of angels covers us and protects us. It is asking God to watch over us and make us healthy and strong, both physically and spiritually. It is asking God to take away the bad dreams and give us good ones. It is singing Amazing Grace, Lights (by Journey), and You Are My Sunshine each night before bed.

Becoming a hero is found in countless little moments that make up the days, weeks, months, and years of our lives.

It is looking for those moments and remembering that our kids grow up in a flash.

It is remembering that these small things make big differences in the type of kids that we raise and the types of adults that they become.

Being a hero is not for the faint of heart. Everyone knows that with great power comes great responsibility.

I am happy to have that responsibility. It was given to me by God when he made me a Dad. After being a good husband, that is my primary focus.

So at the end of the day, I hop in my old Ford Bronco, head to the house, and await the footfalls and hugs that come when Daddy comes home.

I may look like an ordinary guy, but trust me:

I’m a hero.


This is a guest post from Jesse Barnett, a dad, writer and fellow Lego fan. You can read more from Jesse over at his blog.