My mother was there to grab me even before I fell to the ground riding my huffy marvel spider-man bicycle at just 3 years old. Her eyes always full of concern; constantly accusing what going to happen next. The mother who always has time to listen to me when I have to express my feelings. A mother is a mother no matter if they stay at home or if they are working. Years ago, a woman’s job in society was to simply just take care of family needs and day to day responsibilities.
As far back as I can remember, my mother has been the greatest influencer in my life. My mother takes care of 6 children, including a 6-year-old. She supports us emotionally, physically, mentally, financially and spiritually all by herself. My mother gave us her everything, I mean, she maintained two sources of income to ensure her kids ate properly and that they had the basic accommodations to develop cheerfully and effectively.
My beautiful mother also supported us with the love and affection we needed to grow up to be who we are today.
My mother is quite short, nevertheless full of energy. Waking up at 5 AM to go to work and coming back home at 3 PM just to go to her second job at 5 PM and come back at 10 PM. After coming home exhausted, she still manages the time to cook up fancy dinners like steak and pasta, fried fish and white rice and cinnamon toast crunch for our family.
My family wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for all the sacrifices that my mom made. There are such a large number of incredible qualities I cherish and respect about my mother, that it would be unimaginable and out of line to write about one. Being active, optimistic and generous are all some great personality traits, which my mother maintains, but most importantly the sacrifices and that pure heart of hers is what brought me and my family where we are now. The sacrifices my mother made for me is something that will always have a mansion in my heart.
All the sacrifices she made is like drinking water. My mother sacrificed her future for my future and that is what had the greatest impact in my life. My mom was going to Highline Community College to get her degree to become a registered nurse. She had to pay out of pocket every quarter, which means that she worked and went to college at the same time. When it was her second year at Highline, I was going into my sophomore year of high school. I asked my mom if I could get my license this year, and the answer was, “Yes! My beautiful son”. I jumped around like a toad in a thunderstorm and kissed her until her forehead turned red. Keep in mind, she had to pay her classes for fall quarter, but she still gave me the opportunity to be able to get my license.
On September 28, 2016 is when I enrolled in a driving institution that costs $500. Within a month, I got my license but had no car, which meant I had to use my brother’s car to go anywhere I wanted to go. I didn’t want to bother my mom and ask her for a car since she just paid $500 to get my license. I decided to ask my older brother if he could loan be some money to buy a car, “Ok… just pay me back in 10 years,” he said laughing. A couple months went by and Christmas time was around the corner. I said to myself, this is the time. Therefore, every time my mother asked me what I wanted for Christmas I said a car. I know she couldn’t afford to buy me a car at that moment, but I always believed in miracles. The look on my mother’s face knowing that her son wants a car, but she can’t afford it was dispiriting. For this reason, I went up to her and said, “don’t worry I don’t need a car now, I could buy it when I start working”, but moms will always be moms and she knew me too well to figure out when I was lying.
Then, I realized she started working more hours, working 50 hours a week and still going to college. I knew something was up, but I didn’t know how to ask her. A couple of months later, came March it was spring break. I got a call at 11 AM and it was my mom telling me to come outside. I dressed up and went out there like a dog running after the hare and there was my silver 2003 Toyota Camry. It wasn’t something crazy like a BMW or Mercedes but given the circumstances, it felt like a Rolls Royce to me. When I asked my mom how she got it, she said, “I started working more hours, and I am not going to go to college this quarter. So, I decided to buy my exquisite son something special”. This meant something to me. I will never forget this day and I will do anything and more to reimburse that moment. My mom’s heart is at its most flawless when giving. I saw my mom contribute and pay for vehicle notes and helping the people that are underprivileged by buying them basic needs like water, food, and blankets whenever she could.
My mom is charitable which implies that regardless of whether she has cash, she will in any case deal with an approach to help an individual at a lower level than her. This is the thing that moves me the most about my mom. The most powerful phrase that she always tells me is that regardless of how poor or low you think you are, there is dependably someone lower than you. That quote is imaginarily inked on my body and it will forever be a piece of my life. In conclusion, my mom drives our family by continually putting others needs before her own. Her consistent persistence is uprightness that an incredible mother must-have. Everybody on the planet has a different opinion on who the perfect mother is. They come in numerous shapes, sizes, qualities, and convictions. For me, a perfect mother will put a hundred percent into shielding you from evil. They will remain determined to give you the security of wellbeing; and will impart to you the learning required for survival. A hero just needs to be someone who cares for your happiness and loves you for being yourself and that person is my mother.