Meet My Hero
She isn't a world-class athlete. She's not a philosopher, a world traveler, or a genius.
Her name is Anne, but I call her Mom.
She's been with me from the beginning. First smile, first word, first step. And she's taught me so many life lessons along the way.
She taught me about patience when she sat with me for hours as I practiced writing my name. Even though I consistently wrote my "n" upside down, Mom only offered encouragement.
She taught me about sacrifice when she spent hours turning my birthday cakes into masterpieces, making sure the gumdrop faces were perfect.
She taught me about commitment when she was up early every morning running several miles before my alarm even thought about going off.
She taught me about faithfulness when she came to all my sporting events. She screamed her heart out even though I was never part of a winning team. She was my biggest fan. Still is.
Mom taught me a lot, but never so much as she did my senior year in high school.
She didn't shed a tear when the doctor told her she had cancer. Even as her long hair was replaced by a wig and her veins collapsed from needle pricks, she smiled at the sight of a new day.
She fought hard and fought well, as heroes tend to do.
In her battle with cancer, my mom taught me the value of living a life worthy of God's calling. She taught me to share my feelings, to fight for what I believed in, to love with all my heart, and to never—for any reason—give up.
In Proverbs 31, God talks about women of noble character.
To my mother, I say this: "Many women do noble things, but you surpass them all."
This month marks my mom's six-year anniversary of being cancer-free. I thank God for caring about me so much that he gave me a mom to love—and one who loves me unconditionally.
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