My Mother, My Mentor
My mother's optimism and pure heart has enlightened and enriched me throughout the entirety of my life. Even in my darkest of times my mother has guided me. Were it not for my mother I could not even dream of the person I have become.
At two years old, my family divided itself. My brother and I were forced to live out of our duffle bags and travel back and forth from our mom and dad’s house. This division created confusion for my brother and me. Both my father and mother were always supportive and offered as much help as they could. Thirteen years later, my mother was married and pregnant with my twin brothers to be. This is when my love for the idea of being a teacher was introduced. My brothers have brought out my motherly instincts earlier than the average teenager. Watching them grow up and watching my mother raise them selflessly, taught me that giving is more important than receiving. My mother had always told me that I should “Do what makes me happy. Not what pays the most. Money isn’t happiness.” Growing up, my family always struggled with money. The lack of money, never really phased me as much as it would other kids my age. My mother always found ways to entertain me as a child and still to this day, my mother and I can still have a memorable time without money. She's the kind of person who has thoughtful discussions, the kind of mother who always has time for her four children, and the kind of woman who taught me to fight in what I believe in. Growing up with such a strong role model, I developed many of her enthusiasms. I not only came to love the excitement of learning simply for the sake of knowing something new, but I also came to understand the idea of giving back to the community in exchange for a new sense of life, love, and spirit. Everything that my mother has ever done has been overshadowed by the thought behind it. In her endless love of everything and everyone she is touched by, I have seen a hope and life that is truly