Everyone has a hero of some kind. Maybe it’s not a “super” hero, but the literal definition of a hero is a person who is admired or idealized for courage, outstanding achievements, or noble qualities. Honestly, my hero hasn’t changed at all since I was a child; only intensified behind the reasoning.
Almost everyone that you meet says that their Mom is the best out there, right? Well, I’m here to tell you that each and every single one of them have lied to you, because no Mom is better than mine. Nothing will ever convince me otherwise. Here’s why.
Growing up, my father wasn’t a consistent part of my life. Because of that, my Mom had to step up in ways that helped shape my brother and I into who we are, and how we view mothers, especially single mothers. Not only did she take care of us on her own, sacrificing sleep, her sanity most times, and many other things that come with being a single parent, but she sacrificed herself more times than I can count. No matter what, she always put our needs above her own. And, honestly, still does at times.
My Mom was strict with us, and as I got older, I pushed the boundaries quite a bit. Overall, I was a good kid, but I made mistakes. Through it all, she never gave up on me or stopped believing in me. She supported and encouraged me, even when everyone else was against me.
Between my Mom and stepdad, there were 5 children. Money was tight, but they always provided the things that we needed. One Christmas, we were at my Aunt’s house. Her two children had many, many gifts to open, but the 5 of us each had one gift that year. I opened mine, and it was an LED butterfly night light. Ignorantly enough, I remember myself asking, “Is this all we got?” Later that day, I found my Mom on the back porch crying, and she told me that was all they could afford to get us this year. It broke my heart, and I deeply apologized. As children, it’s easy to get caught up in the moment and not realize what’s really going on around us.
From the happiest moments in my life to the darkest days where I didn’t know if I’d make it out alive, she was always right by my side. She’s always convinced me that I’m worth more than I allowed myself to believe. I will always be grateful for her strength, patience, and love.
Once I found out I was pregnant with my son, I knew that if I could push myself to be at least half of the mother to him that she has been to and for my siblings and I, my baby boy would be OK. I haven’t entirely lived up to her, but I’m doing my best everyday.
If you have a beautiful, selfless, wonderful, courageous, strong, intelligent, ambitious, loving, hard-working, compassionate woman in your life like I do, never let her forget just what she means to you. I’m almost 25 years old, and there will never come a time that I won’t need my mother. She’s my best friend, and the one person I can always count on.
Thank you for being my hero, Mom. You are the best chance that I had at this life, and without you, I wouldn’t have made it. I love you so much.
Day 25 coming soon.