My mother, my hero…

For me, this mother’s day is not only a day of making sure to send a card, or flowers, but a day to truly reflect on the things my mother has done to influence the person I am. Sure she taught me how to read and write, to cook and clean, as well as how to make holidays special; these things I teach my own children as well, but there is so much more to parenting than that, such as leading by example. While my mom is not perfect (no one is) she did do some amazing things that have stuck with me from childhood. One of those memories that makes her my hero is when I was thirteen years old, the house next door caught on fire. It was a bright Southern California afternoon and I honestly don’t remember what caused the fire, but I will never forget my mom running into the burning house to make sure the lone, elderly woman who lived there was okay. The woman—whose name I do remember, but won’t list here—was in the shower at the time and had no idea her home was burning. There is no doubt that my mom saved her life that day… 

Finally the firemen came and put the fire out, but in the light of watching those heroes distinguish the flames as I stood across the street to watch, I proudly looked at my own hero, my mother, as she comforted the woman whose life she had just saved, and in that moment I wanted to be just like her.

How is your own mother your hero?

 

 

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