My Hero is My Mother

My hero is my mother. This song reminds me of her whenever I hear it. Probably because every time it came on Both my father and my brother rushed to change it. But my mother never let them. This song is beautiful and delicate, strong and graceful Just like her. My hero is my mother. She was born on May 15, 1959 And died on October 21, 2010 from acute myeloid leukemia. We never saw it coming. She was the strongest, most selfless, and most fun loving person I ever met. Sometimes it scares me how much I am like her, But then again, how can that be a bad thing? My hero is my mother. Her strength shown through during her fight against cancer. The doctor said that if she wasn’t brought into the hospital that day, She wouldn’t have made it to the next. However, my mom wasn’t ready to leave us yet. She fought through the next nine months, To make sure we would be able to adjust to life without her. Without those nine months of her fighting, and coming home I think my family would have shut down. Though that was the hardest time of my life- Seeing this beautiful woman cut down and in bed I needed that time with her. She was still there for me when I had problems with my friends And she was the one that needed help. My hero is my mother. She always wore a strong face Even when times were hard. She always made sure my brother and I Were never aware of our financial problems. She sometimes worked fourteen hours a day At a job she hated To make sure the holidays were something to remember. I never felt like my mother wasn’t there Even when she was working these long hours. She always knew what was going on Even when I was a bratty teenager and tried to keep it all to myself. When I fought with my best friend She was there. When I was creeped out by an older boy who liked me She was there. She thought it was funny But she was there. And I know she still is. My hero is my mother. Supporting her family in daily events was always a priority. She made it to every sporting event she could And wore a proud, happy face Even when we have to get up at 5AM on a Saturday Even when I didn’t want to be there. My hero is my mother. Family meant so much to her She waited until it was just the four of us left in her hospital room Before she finally let go. She had made peace and said goodbye to all of her friends and family who visited But it was just the four of us Right up until the end. No matter how angry we made her No matter how much we fought No matter how many problems Family always came first with her And she always did what was best for us And that’s a trait I wish to emulate. My hero is my mother. There was never a dull moment around her. Whether she was painting my dad’s toenails Or doing his make up in his sleep Or talking to my cats and dog She was always having fun. My hero is my mother. The faces, the weird voices, the pranks, and the tricks Her friends quickly learned it was never safe to fall asleep around her And to never leave sharpies around. My cousin woke up one time with a mustache he just couldn’t seem to get off. My hero is my mother. One year at Christmas she encouraged us to replace all of my cousin’s gifts And hide her real ones. She got a solo cup, a pencil, bug spray, and a tissue box. The look of utter confusion on her face when she opened her gifts was priceless. It had to be expected though Because this was my mother. My hero is my mother. Every year for twenty-two years My parents’ friends from high school spent a week together. It didn’t matter where, Just that they were together- living life. The twenty-fifth anniversary of their holiday just passed And my mother wasn’t there. There is a void left in all of our lives, And it will never be filled. We all feel it every day She touched all of us so deeply, With her passion, her love, her friendship, her life. My hero is my mother. And I want to be just like her.