“How was your day at school?”, is the first thing I always hear when she walks in through the squeaky door of the farmhouse. When my dad comes in a while after, the first thing she would say is, “How was your day at work?” Observing her face, people notice that her tan face is ageless; age to her is nothing but a number. Her face is long and narrow; her dark brown eyes are small, but they’re filled with expression. Her nose is large, and her mouth is always ready to express what she is feeling at the moment. Her body may be short and full, but she and her words stand tall. Regardless of what the rest of the world believes, she stands firm by her beliefs and character, and nobody can change her. That is what I admire the most about my mother.
Since I was born, my mother’s caressing hands have been the one to take care of not only me, but my little sister and brother as well. These are the same gentle hands that can cook the best homemade meals anyone has ever tasted; the same hands that know how to draw, build, write, and create. These are the hands that comfort when sadness comes around and praise when there’s happiness and the impossible has been accomplished. But most importantly, her hands are the ones that work hard every day to keep the family going in a positive and productive direction. When she asks me, “How was your day?,” it reminds how selfless she is and how much she cares for the well-being of others; it inspires me to be the same because I know that it will make a difference.
The face is the most expressive part of the human body and spending days with my mom proves this statement. Her eyes, I have noticed, show the struggles that she went through over the years, but they also show strength as she was able to overcome every obstacle. Her emotions also pierce through her eyes in every moment and time. Along with eyes, her mouth speaks only the truth. I have always had an admiration for those that don’t care about what others think of them and that nothing holds them back from fully expressing themselves, and I think my mother is just like that. She may be short, but to me, she is tall. Her beliefs and her faith in God are unshakable, and the words that come out of her mouth are strong and wise. With wisdom, also comes her laughter. Her laugh is loud and contagious and full of snorts. Once she starts laughing, people will soon find themselves laughing with her, and they’ll find out that it will take forever to stop.
Everyone has someone that they will admire for the rest of their lives, and for me, it will be my mom. Experiences are what forms a person, and there is always room for improvement. I find inspiration in those who try to make the best of every situation and that no matter what, always bring happiness and joy to everyone around them. My mom is the perfect example of this: joy, laughter, fun, strong, confident, and many more adjectives are what define her. She is my role model, my inspiration, and most importantly, she is my mother. She may be short, but to me, she is tall.
