Hi I know this is gonna sound dumb but I wrote a paper in school and I thought it was really good and figured I havent posted in a while so here you go:
My Inspiration, my Hero, my Mom
When referring to a hero or a role-model what would be the first thing to come to mind? Smart, funny, brave, sweet, caring the list could go on; however what do you call a person who is so much more then all of those words? A person that through thick and thin has been there, a person who no matter what you go through they have your back and when you look into the history or their past you think, “Wow, they are incredible.” I call that an influence. For me through my whole life, as I grew up and grew into an adult, that person was my mom.
When my mom was eighteen years old she fell in love, not with just a man; a man that her parents despised, my father. She swore she loved him till death do them part and choose him as the love of her life. Her father was furious, he kicked her out and she in return got married. You may be thinking this started a beautiful story of love and kindness; you would be wrong. When she was twenty-one she had me; blushing beautiful bouncing Jacqueline, me. Then at Twenty-three she had my brother, Sean and we were a family. The first time I can clearly remember Sean was not even a year, they were fighting and fighting bad Sean was screaming so I went to him three year old me then I saw something that even at three I will never forget; he raised his hand and slapped her so hard and then walked away. That was the first time I can remember. It continued for years and years my mother later told me that many, many nights she lay awake thinking of killing herself just to escape it all. In the end she decided she could never do that to Sean or me and so she never did. When I was eight my parents got divorced; my mom doing it with her best friend at her side. For escaping it all in one piece and finally becoming free she became my idol. Then the after math of the divorce came.
My mom got full custody of myself and my brother, she was a single mom and she was determined to do it on her own. My Grandad offered to give her money she refused as she always did from anyone she was a determined women and no one was going to help her. So she bounced from job to job to job working both as a waitress at Lonestar but also at Ruby Tuesdays and then at a car dealership, a bank and eventually she got into what she really loved; but that is another part of the story. She made ends meet and even moved out of the bedroom her and my father shared. When I was nine I was in third grade at Colorow Elementary and Sean was in kindergarten in the same school. At this time my mom’s best friend had moved in with us and protected us and loved us all to bits and pieces. My mom was working as a bank teller at 1st National in the Cub foods right down the road and one day her world came tumbling in. The news was going crazy and the police were to. To understand why you would have to know where Colorow Elementary was, it was about a block away from Columbine High School and my mom decided that day that we were moving out of Littleton to a little town in the mountains where my brother and I could be safe. That is exactly what she did too. She packed us up and moved us to a beautiful house in Bailey, CO. Her best friend now her boyfriend moved up with us. Before long her boyfriend became Sean and mines Dad we never had. Sean and I had peace. We lived in this amazing town where we were safe and we had a Daddy that loved our mom and loved us and cared about taking care of us all. We were on cloud nine and we stayed there except for every other weekend when we had to go and see our father. Those weekends started becoming harder and the first time he laid a hand on me I said nothing the first time he did it to Sean I was irate. My mom stepped in and we began not only intense therapy but also the process for my father to any rights to Sean and me. A year later and still nothing had happened so with me and Sean in mind she told us it was in our hands we had to decide how to handle him. I at the time hated my mom and Dad for telling us that; it was like they were giving up on us. Another year went by and nothing happened. Then the day happened, July 30, 2006; he and I got into a fight and he hit me and hit me hard, this time I thought of my mothers strength and I stormed out of his home and I have not seen him since, neither has Sean.
After that day my mom and I have never been closer. She is my best friend and on September 27th of 2006 when my high school was attacked by a gunmen my mom told me she wondered if that day her life would end as all three of her children where in the building and in the school. Thankfully it didn’t and she was there for me, along with many others, to help my brothers and I rebuild our lives and our faith in people. She has always been my very best friend. There when I need her and sometimes there when I thought I didn’t need her. She is there like that for so many people as well. When our friend told us her three year old had Leukemia her and I teamed up to create “Alliance for Ayden.” Together we raised almost five thousand dollars for Ayden and his mom, through bake sales and bracelet sales and walks we made a big difference. She inspired me to do good for them. Grandma got diagnosed with Stage four Lung cancer in December of 2007 and just like that my mom trusted me enough to hand me the “rains” of the Mueller household and move down to my grandma’s home where she spent the next two months making her better. The doctors gave her eight weeks; my mom gave her the rest of her life.
Though everything my mom and I have been through she has always taught me that a good person is not born that way but developed to be so. Maybe this is not what my professor had in mind when he said to tell him about a person who has influenced my life but to get her you have to hear her story. She is my inspiration, she has taught me to be everything I am proud to say I am today. She taught me how to be a person that I am proud to be and taught me how to care. She taught me how to be strong and stand up for myself. Most of all, my mom taught me that to be who I am is good enough for her and anyone else is blind to the person I am. I am such a different person because of everything she taught me and everything I do, say and am today is because of the guidance I received from her and the inspiration that is my mom. “You can either take something bad in your life and let it run you into the ground and make you resentful for the life you have been dealt; or you can take that experience and let it make you a better person because of it.” Thanks mom, I choose a better person because of it.
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