My Superwoman has overcome so many obstacles, hardships, and challenges. My Hero stands only 5’3” but is still very strong, and supportive. Even before my existence I have heard my hero's voice. For nine long months she carried my twin sister and I. I can only imagine the way she looked at my big brown eyes as she named me, Celina. She knew from that moment forward she would always be there for me. My hero is my mother, Maria Luna.
My mother was born and raised in Jalisco, Mexico. My mother is the middle child of eight brothers and sisters. She was determined to have a big family of her own one day. My mother began working at eighteen, where she met my father Rafael Mendoza. Shortly after they married. It was not easy leaving their families behind. My parents came to the United States in search for the “American Dream.” There Dream wasn't so nice, they worked hard. My mother had seven children, as she had planned. She has always tried to help us and make us smile. In the process, often putting us before her. Although my mother had so much going on, she always held two jobs. I have never met anyone so self-driven. My mother’s courage to leave her home in search of a better life, and her nobility to help others , shows unbearable strengths.
My mother is a hero, in my eyes, because she has lot of strength and understands us. As an adolescent I didn’t see it but it must have been hard for my mother. She had seven children to care for and we always weren’t the best! My parent had jobs that were seasonal which caused us to move a lot. There jobs were diffcult, but they always tried to find better paying jobs. We ate the same traditional foods such as beans and rice with tortillas. We never complained or cared about what we ate. We had mama and papa at night next to us, and kept us away from the monsters under the bed. We were happy.
When I had my first born son, David Kenneth, I felt like I was blessed with a bit of my mother’s heroism. I feel like my mother, is a superwomen. When my boys get an owee, I can cure it with a gentle kiss, just like my mother. When my boys cry, I sing to them just like my mother. If I was running towards a ditch, she was ready to rescue me. I feel like there is no limit to anything I can do. This strength, just like my mother’s, is spiritually and physically strong. I know that I can do it all and keep pushing my all. When I lay my boys down and I sing to them I know it was all worth it, just like my mother. Like my mother says, “ Si se puede,” translates to; yes we can in Spanish.
She is my hero not because of what she offers to the world, but what she offers to me. She makes me feel like I am the most important person in the world. I know that she would drop anything in the world if it meant protecting me from being hurt. My mother has given me the knowledge required to be a successful women, which is to simply believe in myself. She has taught me to love the skin that I’m in, and never to be afraid of expressing my personality. My mother is my hero, even without being famous or wearing a custom. I love my hero, my lovely mama.
My mother was born and raised in Jalisco, Mexico. My mother is the middle child of eight brothers and sisters. She was determined to have a big family of her own one day. My mother began working at eighteen, where she met my father Rafael Mendoza. Shortly after they married. It was not easy leaving their families behind. My parents came to the United States in search for the “American Dream.” There Dream wasn't so nice, they worked hard. My mother had seven children, as she had planned. She has always tried to help us and make us smile. In the process, often putting us before her. Although my mother had so much going on, she always held two jobs. I have never met anyone so self-driven. My mother’s courage to leave her home in search of a better life, and her nobility to help others , shows unbearable strengths.
My mother is a hero, in my eyes, because she has lot of strength and understands us. As an adolescent I didn’t see it but it must have been hard for my mother. She had seven children to care for and we always weren’t the best! My parent had jobs that were seasonal which caused us to move a lot. There jobs were diffcult, but they always tried to find better paying jobs. We ate the same traditional foods such as beans and rice with tortillas. We never complained or cared about what we ate. We had mama and papa at night next to us, and kept us away from the monsters under the bed. We were happy.
When I had my first born son, David Kenneth, I felt like I was blessed with a bit of my mother’s heroism. I feel like my mother, is a superwomen. When my boys get an owee, I can cure it with a gentle kiss, just like my mother. When my boys cry, I sing to them just like my mother. If I was running towards a ditch, she was ready to rescue me. I feel like there is no limit to anything I can do. This strength, just like my mother’s, is spiritually and physically strong. I know that I can do it all and keep pushing my all. When I lay my boys down and I sing to them I know it was all worth it, just like my mother. Like my mother says, “ Si se puede,” translates to; yes we can in Spanish.
She is my hero not because of what she offers to the world, but what she offers to me. She makes me feel like I am the most important person in the world. I know that she would drop anything in the world if it meant protecting me from being hurt. My mother has given me the knowledge required to be a successful women, which is to simply believe in myself. She has taught me to love the skin that I’m in, and never to be afraid of expressing my personality. My mother is my hero, even without being famous or wearing a custom. I love my hero, my lovely mama.
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