Why I Admire My Mother
My Mother
In every person’s life, there is someone they undoubtedly look up to and, without a second thought, my admiration goes towards my supportive and considerate mother. To the world, she has not done anything extraordinary like finding the cure for cancer or winning a Nobel prize but, to me, every little thing she does each and every day is amazing.
Each morning I am awoken by her gentle and cheerful voice, giving me reassurance for the day ahead. She always tells me it is going to be a wonderful day, even in the stormiest of weather. She then goes off to a long day of work in order to provide for her family for which she cares so dearly. No matter her level of exhaustion she always returns home and proceeds to cook a meal. Even when my brothers and I are bickering and spewing venom in our words, she has never raised her voice; she just calmly listens to both sides of the story and, without fail, will always solve the conflict.
She has never once grown frustrated with me when I return home with a poor school grade; she simply sits down with me and calmly guides me through the work until she is certain that I understand. I can often become short tempered and say hurtful things towards her, but she never fights back or loses her composure. I am constantly amazed at her passion for life; she never wastes a moment and inhales every breath as if it is filled with roses.
Without a doubt, I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for the woman I am proud to call my mother. Just the fact alone that she has been able to endure me for fifteen years is something to admire. She has guided me in the right direction from the day I was born and I am constantly thankful for that. I know I will lead a happy and successful life if the old saying that “you will become your mother” is indeed
In every person’s life, there is someone they undoubtedly look up to and, without a second thought, my admiration goes towards my supportive and considerate mother. To the world, she has not done anything extraordinary like finding the cure for cancer or winning a Nobel prize but, to me, every little thing she does each and every day is amazing.
Each morning I am awoken by her gentle and cheerful voice, giving me reassurance for the day ahead. She always tells me it is going to be a wonderful day, even in the stormiest of weather. She then goes off to a long day of work in order to provide for her family for which she cares so dearly. No matter her level of exhaustion she always returns home and proceeds to cook a meal. Even when my brothers and I are bickering and spewing venom in our words, she has never raised her voice; she just calmly listens to both sides of the story and, without fail, will always solve the conflict.
She has never once grown frustrated with me when I return home with a poor school grade; she simply sits down with me and calmly guides me through the work until she is certain that I understand. I can often become short tempered and say hurtful things towards her, but she never fights back or loses her composure. I am constantly amazed at her passion for life; she never wastes a moment and inhales every breath as if it is filled with roses.
Without a doubt, I would not be where I am today if it wasn’t for the woman I am proud to call my mother. Just the fact alone that she has been able to endure me for fifteen years is something to admire. She has guided me in the right direction from the day I was born and I am constantly thankful for that. I know I will lead a happy and successful life if the old saying that “you will become your mother” is indeed