I hold her in a lofty position… I don’t believe that I know of anyone exactly like her… maybe she is too much the image of perfection to be realized, but still I don’t want to lose the idea of such a woman. I think the thought of her makes the demons tremble, the devil quakes with fear as he should! Women, especially of faith, are a very singular creature. What can comfort, love, nurture and yet show strength, vitality and courage like a women? I hope someday I can be a reflection of her likeness. Moments ago I finished reading a novel whose main characters are two women from Afghanistan. I was deeply moved and inspired by the writers’ depiction of women who endured more than my spoiled American upbringing could ever have conjured. The most striking realization occurred to me… In my heart I think a true heroine, one who holds all of the defining characteristics, is a mother.
My mom is my heroine. She is flawed. She has made mistakes. But she is a woman who has come to possess everything in that first paragraph. I’m thankful for my mom who has always done everything in her power to protect, guide, and love her children… despite every rocky road. There is nothing my mom would not do for her children.