Day 61

A question was posed today in a class I was helping with.

“Who was your first woman hero?”

I can honestly say that my mom was my first hero and she continues to be. She never would have likened herself to one and probably would have hated the title, but she was. I don’t understand how she was able to raise me on her own or the extent of the sacrifices she made for me. I don’t understand how she coped with everything she went through. But I do understand, on a surface level, how tired she must have been.