When I think of my mom I think of the word, strong. She faces many trials and challenges and perseveres right through every single one of them. There are times when she has to walk through hell. There are times when she has to walk on a bed of broken glass and nails. There are times when she has a bullseye on her back and has to dodge bullets and arrows. Like a big deadly maze.
Even with so much against her, she keeps going. She does not surrender to the walls she has to climb. She does not stop and complain. She does not beg for someone to come save her. She does not toss in the white flag. She may shed a tear. She sure as hell gets a couple bruises, but she keeps going. She does not stop until she makes it out.
When I was younger and still lived at home, I witnessed everyday how selfless and strong my mom is. She is constantly donating her time, money, and even her own personal possessions to others. When she gives, she expects nothing in return. She isn't doing good to be recognized. She isn't doing good because it makes her look like a better person. Giving is in her DNA. She is a truly generous and loving woman, and that is something I admire and aspire to be.
I owe a lot to my mom. She has taught me the gift of giving. She has taught me that even with the little that I can offer to give, I can still give. She has taught me to treat all people with kindness and love. She has taught me it is possible to be both strong and scared. She has taught me that our voices are powerful, especially when spoken softly and kindly. She has taught me my true passion in life. I desire to help others. I want to offer a helping hand. I want to be a service to those who need it. I truly would not be who I am today without her. I only hope that people can see the same qualities in myself that I see in her.
