
Sometimes, heroes can be someone who doesn’t rush forward into the public’s notice… someone who’s actions aren’t “big” enough to gain applause… or gratitude from others.
Sometimes… a hero’s only photo might not be front page of the newspaper..
…but rather…
… in the background of someone’s selfie…
Anyone who knows me… knows that my life’s work is helping kids. Encouraging them to be their best selves…. helping them to enjoy life… volunteering any way that I can…
Anyone who knows me… also knows that I haven’t been able to work consistently. With my son’s mood disorders, I have always needed to be available to be his support.. and his chauffeur.
Being available? It doesn’t exactly line up with being employable..
(Some of you just argued that I’m an author.. And I agree that it’s a noble and rewarding career. But there is a reason it’s called “starving artist”.. lol)
But the last few months I have had to slow down. Slowed down volunteering. Slowed down all activities…
In these slow times… I am noticing a different kind of hero.
Heroes that hang around in the background.
Heroes that don’t bring attention to themselves… that don’t post what they are doing on social media (shocking I know)…
… heroes that no one even realizes are there.
Lately, I have been seeing these heroes in the most unlikely of places.
But my favorite?
My favorite unnoticed hero is often found in the background of our family selfies. (Often with a reluctant smile on his face..)
This man has supported every club that I have started…
.. he has agreed to every scheme I come up with…
… he welcomed every extra blessing that I have brought home to live with us…
… always adjusting the budget to fit whatever way I feel our family needs …
Supporting my week long “editing marathons”…
..not grumbling (too much) when the kids’ Netflix marathon days affect his ability to work..
… dealing with our artistic “messes” …
… our cooking experiences .. (and disasters)…
… adapting to our gluten free.. dairy free.. yeast free… egg free… food restrictions… and ALL the added expense that comes with it… without batting an eye…
As a mom… I get told that I’m doing a good job all the time. As a volunteer… I get told “thanks”.
But my husband… he stands behind me .. handing me the tools I need… mentally and financially… but he doesn’t always get noticed back there…
He may not get noticed by others… but I see him.
.. and I know that I wouldn’t be able to “be Julie” without his unnoticed support behind me…
… and I don’t celebrate him enough…
So this year… while we are slowed down for a novel virus?
I’m going to be thankful for my heroes..

















This weekend we performed Grease at Maple Valley..
I had 2 student directors this season. Maddy and
Emily. These 2 girls were workhorses. They kept us all organized and helped me come up with ideas and carry them out. I called them the “2 halves of my brain”.. and I appreciated all of their work. Emily took over the administrative side of my brain.. while still performing. And Maddy kept the backstage crew (and me) organized.
Our choreography was designed by a student, Kayli. She spent hours creating the choreo.. and hours teaching and reteaching the choreo. She spent extra time making sure it was a dance that would be fun for the kids to learn and perform. And it SHOWED!! 

Our set crew volunteers on the weekends and late nights (and show weekend intermissions). Building and painting our set outside of rehearsal time. My poor husband guides a group of parents and students to create the set that we need.. often with poorly drawn sketches that I give him.. and the tight restrictions of a smaller school with a small door access. We had a dad design and build our Greased Lightning car!! And yet they do it with grace and help me keep the kids on a good budget. These sets give the performers a high class set on a small school budget.. and they don’t get enough credit. 

By the time production weekend comes along? They don’t need me at all. They own this stage.. they own this auditorium..
I am fascinated by sunrises and sunsets… as are a lot of people. I take pictures of them frequently.. trying to capture their beauty on my phone.
Hmmm..
Growing up, we had a dishwasher.


I planned this weekend to be magical and full of memories ..
We did NOT get a single bite from a Midge… but they love to fly into your eyes, nose, and mouth. They rested on anything solid.. in a cloud type coating. They landed in our drinks if they didn’t have covers, our food while we tried to cook.. and.. we finally resorted to covering our mouths so we could breathe (and talk).
They weren’t hurting us… but they were making us crazy. 

It was easier to enjoy ourselves.. despite the Midge flies… when we were being creative..
Sometimes… I wish I could hide my son away from the world. Away from the disappointments.. away from the failed attempts that we all encounter.. away from the people who doubt that he will succeed… 
