My_Inspiration

My Inspiration: Mom Whenever you hear the word Mom, what do you think' Is it someone who will clean up after someone or something' Or possibly someone who has hot meals waiting at six o’clock every night. The word Mom, to me, has much more meaning than that. The acts and good deeds my mother does magnifies the very word that’s used to describe her; a mom. Growing up in Faribault Minnesota, I looked up to my mom. Whenever I needed help or advice, she’d be there for me. I didn’t know, until I got older, that she had an impact on our community. My mother frequently gave her time in the community. Whether it was a large task or small, my mom was there to help. I remember one time in particular which she volunteered in “Run for Kids”, a marathon-based running even helping to raise money for sick and disabled children. When I asked her about the event, she smiled and said, “I hate running, I hate getting sweaty, but the feeling you get knowing your helping the kids makes the running and sweating all worth it.” Everyone knows that when you grow up your clothes get too small eventually. I can remember every year for five straight years my mother and I would go through my closet. We would have the “fit” pile in one area and the “throw away” pile in another. Except my mom didn’t throw those clothes away. Instead she would donate those clothes to the epilepsy foundation in my hometown. It wasn’t until this interview that I knew she didn’t dispose of my old clothes. She has been a part of this organization for twelve years now. “I never waste anything,” she commented when asked about the topic, “When I have no more need for an item I always say to myself, is there anyone who can benefit from these.” Baking has been a staple in my mom’s gift to the community. On some occasions I would come home from work or school to the smell of apple cinnamon in the air. “Remember how I always let you taste sample everything I made in order that it was good to give to others'” My mom said in a teasing manner. “I bet you’ll miss that when you’re off to college!” In exchange for her well constructed comment, I glared back giving her the “wow mom” glare. My mom was right. She did let me taste everything she made. When I gave her the all clear gesture, she packed her goodies up and distributed them appropriately. She set her spread out at church luncheons, school activities, bake sales (for nonprofit), nursing homes and much more. My mom definitely has mean baking skills that aim to please. Limitations are a part of our world. Everybody and everything has them, including my mom. Even though she helps in the community, she can’t do it all. For instance, there is only so much money she can give to certain foundations; she only has so much time due to her full-time job. As much as my mother wants to do it all, she cannot. Sports players or political figures might be a few people’s heroes. They might look up to them or admire them by what they do and say. But my mom is more than a hero to me. She’s someone who I can trust, someone who is always there for me and someone who is my friend. I will always turn to her for a lending hand, helpful advice or just a fun conversation. Although she spends a lot of time helping the community and others find happiness through her works, she finds enough time to help the biggest volunteer work of all; family.