I know that it might sound corny, but the No. 1 hero and role model in my life is my mom.
Throughout the years she has been there for me no matter what I do. She has always encouraged me. If there was something I needed done, she would drop everything just for me. Of course, as any teenager, I fought with her, yelled and took advantage. I did not fully comprehend how much she loved me, or how she exerted patience and forgiveness every day.
What makes me look up to her so much is her faith. Even when everything else in life was turned upside down, she turned to God. When I doubted my faith she crinkled her nose and said, “I’ll pray for you, Dolly.”
Every time I got discouraged in gymnastics, she told me to keep my head up and try again. We spent long evenings working on memorizing dates for history, practicing vocabulary words or trying to remember the elements abbreviations for science class.
There were the evenings we played countless games. Our personal favorites were Uno and Guess Who. Both of which I was the champion at.
It was not just the hours spent on schoolwork or the games we played, but the fact that I could go to her with anything. It would never matter what I would tell her, I always knew that she would always be there for me and love me no matter what.
Losing her was like losing my best friend. But most of all, she showed me how to be strong. She was my mom, my best friend, and my hero.