Standing upon shoulders............

A few weeks ago, I was privileged to watch my daughter soar. She sang the National Anthem at a volleyball game. A few day prior, she had hopped into the car and informed me that she would be singing. I asked if she was ready to do something like that ( I honestly wasn't sure and I didn't want her to fail). Her confidence was unshakable. I couldn't have been more pleased. She sang for anyone and everyone in the family to prepare. The night arrived and I was nervous, as was she. There were words of encouragement and a prayer was spoken. I was in constant communication with my Father in Heaven. "Please let her remember the words," I pleaded over and over. I didn't want her to join the legions of botched memories on Youtube for her first time out. The time arrived, and she took the microphone. Staring hard at the flag, I held my breath.......... and it happened. She took flight and soared. I love those moments. Moments where an individual, standing upon the shoulders of those who have gone before, takes an enormous leap. Individuals such as mothers, fathers, siblings, grandparents, aunts, uncles, and friends; people that have counselled, dried tears, listened, cried, worried, and cheered. During the singing, my mom watched me as I stood there and cried tears of relief, pride, and gratitude. It was a sweet moment. How many times have I stood upon her shoulders, preparing to take my own leap? It is humbling. When moments of greatness occur, I look around. Hidden among the crowd, off to the side, or even watching down from Heaven are individuals with tears streaming down their faces and footprints upon their shoulders.