My Hero
I just read part of a story my mom has started to write. It seems that every time I read one of her stories, she puts herself down. Shes 42-years-old and works at a video store. There is NO shame in that. It's not the greatest job, but she does what she has to do. She keeps reflecting back on all the bad things she did in her life. She dropped out of high school. Did drugs. Partied. (things most teens think of) They were not the best decisions, but she made them. The one thing she doesn't ever think of is how her bad decisions help someone else's life... mine.
My mom is a wonderful role model, whether she believes it or not. Okay, yeah. I'm not talking about me following the path she gone down, but the path she's trying leading me down. The path of a good future. To make sure I am financially, physically, and mentally stable. She harps on me about things... and I don't say that in a bad way... and she doesn't think I listen to her, but I do. I may get pissy with her, but that's because I know she's right and I don't wanna do it.
My mom is the type of woman that when she has nothing to give, she finds a way to help. She makes sure the people she cares about are okay. If she has nothing to give, she still finds a way to help.
My mom has admitted to me that for most her life she hasn't done anything on her own. After my grandfather died, that all changed. She doesn't have anyone to fall back on when she needs help (besides me :) ) so she works for what we need. I'm proud of my mom. She does what needs to get done, when it needs to be done... She may be a little bit of a procrastinator, but everyone can be like that.
It is my mom that forces me to try above and beyond my best at everything I do.
So when she thinks her life is not all that great, she needs to think about her affect on other people's lives. She might not be able to change their lives, but she can at least make their day a little brighter just by listening and understanding... or with just a smile.