The past couple of days have, to say the least, been jam-packed with positivity and baby steps toward the future, which, as of late, has been looking pretty darn bright. I’ve received my third straight 100 on an Algebra II test, I was told by my history teacher that my Honors project was fantastic (I received a 100 on that, as well), and I was nominated for Winter Carnival King for the Class of 2013 (though I didn’t win)! Needless to say, I am proud of myself for always tapping into my full potential, something that I regret not doing before now. It’s hard to look back at my life and wonder why I didn’t snatch up every opportunity to be the best person I could be, both academically and personally. But for me, every regret and mistake that I’ve made only pushes me that much more to climb every mountain and evade every obstacle with a smile plastered on my face, knowing that I’m at least trying.
And, looking at my mother, I realize that I must have inherited this from her. Every single day, from the moment she wakes until the moment she goes to bed, she tries to be the very best mother she can be, loving and caring for each one of her four children equally. She sacrifices days that she should be recuperating from her surgery for us, making sure that we always have just what we need, though she should be focusing on her needs. She bares her constant aches and pains for us, battling them each and every day to ensure the daily chores around the house get done. And, though it seems pestering and annoying, she always asks how my day was from school or work, something that shows she cares and something that I take for granted. Truly, my mother is the epitome of strength and determination, never ever accepting “no” as an answer, and she never ceases to amaze or inspire me every day. Though I may not say it often, I admire and love her for everything she does and is for me.
And her hard work has finally paid off! Though my academic accolades are important, they are not the reason I’m absolutely ecstatic about my week. My mother, through her daunting pain and tenacious attitude, has finally gotten a reward that she’s waited for for a very, very long time. This reward is so surreal, and it feels like (to all of us) we’re just going to wake up one day and realize we were just dreaming it. It feels like this little amount of luck that we’ve been praying for is a big joke, and it certainly hasn’t set in, yet. All of us, however, are very excited and relieved that something finally good has happened to us, even though it feels absolutely wrong.
Seeing this unravel is giving me the sense of “if you do good, good things will happen to you”, something that I’ve always questioned. This news has given me the hope that I’ve lost, and I can’t help but to feel that all of my hard work will, one day, pay off, too.
