My Hero’s name is – Mom


As I sit here writing this post I wonder if there are enough words or even the right words to begin to explain what my mom means to me. Truth be told I wouldn’t have achieved what I have if it weren’t for her incredible determination and perseverance through all the difficulties she had to endure in her life.

There’s something to be said for the woman who loves you unconditionally from the moment you are conceived and is the president of your (non-existent) fan club, is there to dry your tears when your heart is broken, celebrates your successes as if they were her own and believes in your abilities even when you don’t. She laughs at your not-so-funny jokes, buys you things even when you are not with her and uses those slang words that you use when you are with your friends 🙂

My mom holds a place in my heart that is so special and unique that I sometimes wonder how a love like that exists. She loved me before she even knew what I looked like or what I would become. Her sweet voice, her comforting arms and the immense love I feel when all I get is a hug or a kiss from my mom is a blessing that I am so grateful to have been showered with.

Being a single parent is a challenge in itself – just playing the role of one parent can be daunting but imagine having to be both every single day. The responsibilities of having three young children, working full-time and still having to ensure that they make the best decisions and have good morals and values is not an easy feat.

Well, let me tell you – my mom has done a flipping fantastic job!

Everything I have achieved and the fact that I believe in myself and that my dreams are possible is because of my mother and her hard work. There are times where I feel that not everything is going my way and I don’t know how I am going to get through those tough times but I take the time to remember where we were all those years ago. There was a stay-at-home mom with three kids all in primary school who hadn’t worked in 11 years, with no car, no money, no parents and nowhere to go but she made it. She rose above her circumstances and when things looked dire she dusted herself off and started a new chapter in her life, a new beginning with her unwavering faith that everything was going to work out. She is my hero with a beautiful soul who I am proud to call my mom.

If I was late from work or didn’t answer my phone when I was out , my mom would get super worried and I know many of us think that our moms worry too much. Ahem, well, I got a taste of this recently when we tried to get hold of my mom and couldn’t.

My mom is usually never alone at home but this time we were all going to a wedding and simply because of logistical reasons my sisters and I were travelling without her. However, she was supposed to leave before us but her transportation was late and we left her home alone. So here we are , on our way to the wedding when we get a call that despite the hooting my mom still hadn’t come out of the house. There was a tinge of panic because we had left my mom almost ten minutes earlier and she was all dressed up and ready to go. So we decided to call her cell and find out what had happened.

Voicemail. (panic)

Now we were calling my uncle constantly trying to find out if she had met him but she hadn’t.  My sisters and I looked at each other with pure fear in our eyes – I hadn’t been that scared in my entire life. My heart was beating a million miles a minute and we then decided it would be best to turn around and head back home to check on her.

Believe me , every minute that passed felt like an eternity and the worst scenarios played in my head. I was afraid for her well-being and wished I hadn’t left her alone, why was it taking her so long, oh gosh – I literally wanted to jump out and run home.

A few minutes later, my uncle called and said that it was fine and she was with him. Phew! We were all so relieved. I can’t even explain how happy I felt knowing that she was okay.

Now I know why moms worry so much about their children. I felt that fear and it consumed me.

If I had the opportunity to choose my mom, I wouldn’t change a thing. That phone call I get finding out how I am doing and when I am coming home , what would I like to eat and if I need anything is something so precious to me. I never want that to end.

This beautiful, amazing, inspiring woman is both my mother and father and I wouldn’t have it any other way.




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