My mother is the reason I am many, many things. I would confidently admit that she is the architect of my personality, being largely responsible for me becoming who I am today. I am proud of who I am today. I always try to be just and kind to those I meet, and as honest and helpful too. But if you were to ask me fill in the blank above with one word, I would say: she’s the reason I persist.
Alberto Benarroch with his Mom
My mother has had to adapt to a new community, a new language, a new culture. This even entailed going back to graduate school as a middle-aged woman in order to receive a Master’s degree which she had already been accredited in her home country but would not be accepted here in the US.
She has worked hard to get to where she is and works even harder to now to get to where she wants to be. She helps others at her own peril, works harder than anyone I know and still has enough will to spoil her sons when they’re too lazy to spoil her. Despite any unfortunate situations that might present before her, she stays positive.
Whenever I feel like I have too much on my plate, am working too hard or am simply too tired, I think of her and tell myself to suck it up. Whether it is to run farther, work harder or simply appreciate the silver linings that are always there but not always seen, the thought of her is there to remind me. She’s the reason my will is as strong as it is.