My Hero Is A Hero

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Merriam Webster defines hero as a person who is admired for great or brave acts or fine qualities, with that in mind do you believe the word hero is used a little too loosely nowadays. With that said my hero is my mother I know that is a cliche for most, but let me explain how my mom carries and executes the traits of a hero. A hero has a few traits that make them so great and stand out like the perfect apple at the top of a tree, heroes must be selfless (willing to put others above themselves in everything they do), patient (able to take a step back and be willing to wait), and modesty (to be free from vanity). These traits are the backbone of a hero, and until they orchestrate these traits in their life they are not a true hero. My mother …show more content…

My mother has shown me what it means to be selfless through many experiences, I remember one year around Christmas time when everyone was in the spirit of Christmas by making cookies and being with their families and enjoying each others company. Except for Mrs. Nora who lost her husband a few months prior and wasn’t celebrating Christmas and my mom brought her to the house and made her a delicious dinner and even gave her a present that was for my mother, but she gave it to her because she had no one to be with her in this time where family should be together. This act my mom didn’t have do, but she wanted to because she couldn’t bare to see someone be alone on a holiday like Christmas. Another …show more content…

Even though patience may be a virtue that every hero struggles with my mother is one of the few who deals with it in a very mild mannered head. She demonstrated this one in a way that I will tell my kids because if it was anyone other than my mom they would have lost their cool. We were all ready to begin our yearly ritual of setting up the Christmas tree, we all would play music and drink eggnog as we set up the tree and began to decorate it and string the lights and ribbon around it, the room smelled like gingerbread and it just got everyone into the Christmas spirit. All except my little brother who was in a bad mood because my mom wouldn’t let him eat more cookies because she didn’t want him to stay up all night so he took his anger out on the Christmas tree we all worked so hard to put up. My mom was so angry, but she took a deep breath and just told him to go to his room. If my mom didn’t have the attribute of patience she would have screamed and sent him to his room,,but she held it together when most

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