My Hero

The person that walked me through the door of life,
is there with me when the sun is shinning bright and when the moon is out at night,
that is my hero.
Life can be a very lonely road to take alone and
it is that person that takes the initiative to walk it with you that makes all the difference in the world. When I was a little girl and wondered how the stars where created and why the moon looked like a
banana, my hero was there to give me a simple explanations that would help me understand the many questions that I had.
When I was a teenager and started to seriously like boys,
my hero warned me about them, told me what the first kiss would be like.
My hero was there for me when I fell in love with my best friend and when he told me we could only be friends.
My hero prepared me for the many broken hearts that would eventually follow.
My hero was there day that I got married and was there to comfort me in the pain of birthing.
My hero was one of the first to kiss my son when he was born and to help me give him his first bath.
My hero held me tight when I was going through my divorce and encouraged me to keep on going,
to continue with my head up and to never give up hope.
My hero was there once more when God sent to me my sole mate,
when again I married and again I was a mother.
My hero is not perfect, my hero makes mistakes,
but my hero learns from them and teaches me not to make same.
My hero makes weaknesses her motivation to keep on,
to live life, to make every day a positive day, a day to grow and a day to love all who surround you.
My hero taught me how to forgive, how to be humble and how to be a hero to others.
When God gave me life, my hero carried me for 9 months, held me in her arms.
She was the first face I would see when the sun was shinning bright and the one that would sing to me when the moon was out at night.
My mother, my hero.
By Ivis Mateos