Every boy's hero should be their Daddy. There are a lot of Daddies out there who don't deserve hero status, but then again, their not Daddies in the true sense of the word. Caleb is blessed... Wallace isn't perfect, but Caleb loves him like he is. And that's how it should be.
This year, Mrs. Little asked her class to choose a subject in or from Breathitt County and do a picture project. The kids had to be the one who took the pictures, and they they had to write an essay on the pictures. Caleb had thought about writing one on my Uncle Granville, who is a beekeeper. Caleb had recently visited one of his hives and learned first hand about bee-keeping, but a the last minute Caleb changed his mind.
He decided to write about his Daddy. Specifically, his Daddy in the Reserves. This weekend, we went with Wallace to Louisville, and on Sunday, Wallace took Caleb into his unit and introduced him. Caleb took my camera and took pictures. We put off doing the project because to be honest, I forgot about it. It's due tomorrow.
Now usually it is a fight to get Caleb to do anything in a rush. Not tonight. We pasted the pictures into the Word document and he proudly typed up descriptions of each picture. This was one project he truly enjoyed, and it was one full of love.
Wallace Bates is a lot of things to a lot of people. Cocky, arrogant, loud-mouth, funny, "something else"... these are all words I've heard used to describe him recently... some kids hate him, most kids love him. But the most important kid of all thinks there's nothing like him... if only we all could be so lucky.
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