As I am writing this essay I am in awe of how blessed I am that my shero is still alive. She rescues me from every hardship. I am talking about the one who can take the place of all others but no one can take her place. She is basically my manual in life. She is my mother!

I am the child who inherited most of my mother’s traits. Our relatives are always exaggerating on how I continue to resemble her especially now that I am matured. We absolutely look like twins with our round chubby cheeks. Our brown bright eyes lighten up our faces, making our skin even lighter. Had it not been for my mother’s shortness, it would be tricky to tell who is who. I have always been a chubby child and it never bothered me even when other kids teased me, you know why? Because I inherited confidence from my mother as well. She is positive and always tries to see the beauty in everything.

My mother is outgoing. Her heart has to be the most beautiful thing about her. She is selfless, kind and generous. If happiness was a person it would definitely be her because she is always in a good mood, there’s never a dull moment. Her cute smile brightens up every situation, you can literally see the pollyana in her perfect dazzling teeth. “Fun is self-inflicted” she would say as she enjoys the very little things that lift up her spirit like painting, sewing and listening to gospel music. I have noticed that my mother is social. Family gatherings are not the same without her. Her bubbliness and jokes give everyone a sense of belonging.

When I grow up I want to be my mother. She is independent, hardworking and innovative, always finding ways to provide for her children. Sometimes I get lost in her gentle eyes wondering how she manages to juggle everything then I recall the words she told my sister who moved out of home to start her womanhood journey “A woman holds the knife the edge”. Raising us alone must have been challenging however she figured it out like she always does. One can never find mommy lazying around, she is always busy with something. I really don’t know where she gets all that energy from, mind you this person is growing older. What an energetic old woman!

The most valuable lesson I learnt from my mother is the power of prayer. At night I sometimes peep under the blanket or eavesdrop as she goes down on her helpless knees to cast her burdens to god. She prays day and night and to my surprise, her scarred knees still feel quite strong when I massage them. Bible stories are my favourite, my mother loved reading them for me with her smooth voice when I was younger. Until this day, my siblings and I are still encouraged to read our bibles everyday. “I can do everything through him who strengthens me” she would motivate me with her favourite scripture, quoting from the book of Philippians. My mother is my prayer warrior, her prayers keep me going.

As Abraham Lincoln would say “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe to my angel mother”. She is the love of my life and I cannot wait to give her the whole world.