My Hero, My Mother

Posted: August 14, 2008 in Brain Ecstasy, School
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My English teacher recently asked me to write an essay about what I think a hero is.  Below is the completed assignment expressing my personal definition.  The experiences and thoughts expressed here are quite personal.  Feel free to leave your comments but please keep them positive. Remember, there are always two sides to a coin. Your opinion may be different then mine.

My Hero, My Mother


Everyone in the world has a different opinion about what a hero is. They come in many shapes, sizes, have different characteristics, values, and beliefs. For me, a hero is someone who is willing to put a hundred percent effort into protecting you from pain. They will stop at nothing to provide you with the security of safety; and will share with you the knowledge required for survival. A hero doesn’t have to have impeccable character, high importance in society, or have a classic sandwich named after them in the local pub. A hero just needs to be someone who cares for your happiness and loves you for being yourself. My mother is my hero.


I was about ten years old when I first realized how much of a hero my mother was. I began to understand that the consequences and discipline inflicted on me was not in hatred, but to teach me a simple lesson about life skills. I recall a time back when I was around five or six where I threw an enormous tantrum about eating my vegetables. Being the hero that my mother is, she made me eat every last carrot, pea, and broccoli there was on my plate. At the time I thought that she was just a cruel parent forcing her kids to eat something utterly repulsive. In reality she taught me so many things about life from that single instance: how to have self control, how to keep a healthy diet, and most importantly how to sneak vegetables into my napkin under the table. Till this day mother’s heroic lesson about life skills is continually exhibited in my teenage career. It is because of my mother’s lesson that I try to discipline myself to do things that I would otherwise procrastinate from. Like the undesirable task of eating vegetables; doing my homework and chores before enjoying going out with friends is only second nature.


As my hero my mother has gone out of her way to make sure my happiness is always fulfilled. During my childhood my favorite holiday was Christmas. Like every child, I used to wake up extra early on Christmas morning just to see what Santa had left under the tree. There was never a time where I had woken up to disappointing present-less stocking or missing poorly wrapped package with the scribbled “love Santa” embroidered on the side. She had really made me feel that this magical being was coming every year to drop off that present under the Christmas tree. What really made my mother an outstanding hero is that Santa’s present was always ten times better than her own. She’d even act surprised when I beamed a huge smile after unwrapping the present to find just what I wanted. My mother is a hero in the sense that she didn’t hesitate to make me happy. She didn’t ask for anything in return for my glowing Christmas smile, or even dare to take credit for Santa’s doing. The satisfaction upon my face was all that was necessary to suffice my mother’s actions.


When I was about ten years old my mother had gotten me and my brother scooters. A short time after I had fallen off while neglecting my mother’s caution to ride slowly. This minor accident felt like my legs had suffered from a miniature explosion and my arms were badly severed. My mother knew that it was only a small cut and bruise and it would only take days for it to heal. However I insisted that I had broken my wrists and that we needed to go to the hospital immediately. Without a single hesitation she led me into the car and drove straight to the hospital. After spending countless hours in a seemingly endless process of sitting and waiting, the doctor released me with only a few bandages. My heroic mother couldn’t protect me from the pain of getting hurt but she made sure that she did every possible thing to negate the effects. As my hero she comforted me when I was in pain, and when I needed her most. She was able to provide me with a sense of security giving me the confidence that everything would be alright.


My mother is a 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 productive member of society. 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 her own personal sandwich.

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Comments
  1. Michael says:

    Amazing story. Thank you so much for sharing it. Your narrative teaches us that heroes don’t have to be particularly famous or possess supernatural abilities in order to make all the difference in the world. People who are close to us, like our parents and friends, are able to be our heroes as well — the ones we can count on, the ones who put a big smile on our faces, the ones who are there for us in the moment of greatest need.

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  3. Mohammed says:

    I really liked your article. Mothers are really heros. They care about us a lot. Even when we grow-up and get married they still treat us as kids.

  4. phumlani says:

    Hey, nice article. Unfortunately my mother passed away last year, but I still take her as my hero. I have decided to start a wine project that organize wine events and run the wine website with her name.

  5. Michelle says:

    Wow, that was amazing. Incredible stories like these always make you rethink everything we take for granted.

  6. Jesse says:

    Thank you all for your wonderful comments :)

  7. rinka says:

    You have written a very powerful essay. Thank you so much for it.

    Your mother must be really proud of you.

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    Thanks for your comment airbender, Most of my posts here are art related though. There’s only a few articles scattered here and there ;)

  10. trina says:

    wonderful essay!

  11. through your story, I realized that hero is not a famous or particular person. and my mother is my hero!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  12. NvRGvUP says:

    Awesome xD

  13. alicia te kiere says:

    estubo maravolloso escribo un poco tarde eske recien lo ley me llego al alma ke me dio ganas de llorar pero como todos dicen ay 1 solo heroe que para mi significa mucho mi heroe es
    mi mama :)

  14. fikile says:

    true that true that,our mothers are our heros……i love my mother

  15. AINA NABILA says:

    your essay really helps me! thank you Jessie~ :)

  16. Max says:

    My father was my hero! Im sixty and still miss him.

  17. Rana Tabassum says:

    Your essay is magnificent,dude!it is really heroic about your mother…..just love it

  18. Tyler wil says:

    WOW!! gr8 essay! I really really LOVED it :D Its amazing Jesse :)

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  20. mahidi says:

    wonderful essay.. :) after reading that i can understand who is my real hero…..thank you very much , Jesse….your essay is very helpful to me….. :D

  21. Winnifer says:

    I really enjoyed reading it. This is really nice, thanks for sharing it!!

  22. Anele Oluebube says:

    Wow! That was an eye opener. It’s given me a redefinition for whom my true hero is. Thanks a lot.

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