WWIM PT. 1
WWIM PT. 1 | Mom
To try and narrow which women in my life inspire me is no easy task. You feel as if you might hurt ones feelings if you don’t include them in your posts. There are SO MANY women who inspire me, but unfortunately I can’t mention them all. With that being said, the one woman who is my biggest inspiration is my mom. You are probably thinking “well duh thats a go to” and of course it is. My Mom is amazing, strong, and has one of the most pure hearts of anyone I have ever met. She treats everyone with kindness and respect, is always open minded and hears everyone out, and puts herself before anyone else. My Mom is humble and a true inspiration of how someone could/should live their life.
My Mom’s name is Barbie and she is one of my biggest inspirations due to all the things I have said above, but mainly because she doesn’t let anyone tell her what she can and cannot do. She always thinks of others before she does something, but she never compromises on who she is while doing so.
She is strong. I will never forget the time that she went mountain biking with my Dad and their friends and she fell off the cliff, yes… she fell off the side of a cliff. Mom, cut up and bruised, was hanging on with one arm and refused to let go of the bike in her other hand, but with the help from my Dad and the others they pulled her up with her bike in hand despite having been told to let it go.
Mom encourages me to do everything I believe in and to follow my dreams, but to also be realistic and to have plans in place. There are so many stories I could share of times my mom has encouraged me to do something that was out of the box, things that honestly didn’t make sense at the time, which reminds me of a story that is regularly in my head. We all battle with our insecurities, and when I was younger and even now I’ve always compared myself to others (as we probably all do at times). This was in part fuelled by growing up with a twin because you are nearly ALWAYS being told, “well your brother does this better”, or you get asked dumb questions like “who is the most attractive twin”. (We are identical, not sure if you know what identical means, but it means we look the same. Anyway, a rant for another time). There was a time where I was very self conscious of my voice, and it was hard because at that point I really loved singing, was in musicals at church, and participating in voice lessons. One night I was very upset, tears coming down my face, because I thought I had the worst singing voice in the world. (I was very dramatic at 9 years old… some would say I still am). I will never forget what she said. “Why do you think you have a horrible voice? Do I have a bad voice?” “No,” I said in reply, “You have a beautiful voice.” Which is still true to this day. She then replied and said, “Well you come from me and if I have a nice voice so do you. You can do anything I can do.” From that moment on I knew that anything life would throw at me I could handle it because my Mom was strong and she never let anything stop her, and if she could do it so could I. That was the moment that I realised I didn’t need to look up to Superman, Captain America, or any other fictional superhero because I had a real life super hero right in front of me. She didn’t need a cape, super speed, or the ability to fly because her super power was her love and will power. Although those of you who know her would also say she has super hearing because she hears everything. Im not joking, you could be whispering in the other room and she would hear you, I did not gain this gene.
My Mom has and still is my biggest inspiration. She pushes me to do things I don’t want to do, or things I’m afraid to do. She pushes me to follow my dreams and she leads her life as an example for me to follow. She shows me how I should treat people and how I should have an open mind and a servers heart. She is my best friend and my own personal superhero.
Sorry Superman better luck next time.