My Inspiration by Victoria Smith

My Inspiration

My mother inspires me to work hard and care for others.

Being a nurse she does a little bit of both.

Even when she’s not working as a nurse she still works hard to look after me and my family.

She is brutally honest and doesn’t tolerate other people’s sass.

She is not afraid to speak her mind.

She won’t rest until the job’s done right.

Even through her crazy day she always makes time for family and puts it first.

Very smart and always teaching me new things.

Tries to help me with work both in school and in the house.

A loving but stern mother, who is also a devoted wife, sister, and daughter.

She taught me to always keep my promises and to not make promises I can’t keep.

Has never broken a promise of her own, she is truly someone you can trust.

A great person to cook with and an amazing helper with cleaning.

Trusts me to get things done.

Guides me when I’m lost and corrects me when I’m wrong.

Makes me laugh when I’ve had a bad day.

She loves me for who I am and says to always stay me.

Even when I didn’t see it in myself she always thought and told me I was special

And never thought of me as a bother or a screw up.

No matter how many times I’ve messed up she’s always been there for me.

I love you mom.

It was a nice day in late August, it was early in the afternoon,  it was the day of the family reunion. A lot of my family members were there, and they were all eating food, laughing, and having a good time. About an hour after we had arrived someone suggested a game of volleyball, and I was one of the players on the team against my older brother, Jordan. The game was going very well and everyone kept saying I was doing a great job, even though I felt like I kept messing up. My mom was one of the people watching on the sidelines and cheering us on. After about an hour of playing, our team was losing. It was at that moment I wanted to quit because I was starting to do a bad job. I started to walk off feeling very upset with myself, my mother was following behind me.

“What’s wrong,” she asked once she finally managed to catch up to me.

“Nothing,” I said trying not to tell the truth.

“Why aren’t you going back to play,” she asked.

“What’s the point,” I responded.

“Well, you’re very good, and besides they need the extra player,” she responded.

“I’m just not doing a good job anymore,” I said.

“But you can’t let that stop you, the only time when you truly fail at something is when you stop trying, besides I know you, and you don’t quit very easily. You’re determined and that’s what’s important,” she stated.

“Okay Mom, I’ll try,” I said right back.

I went back to the volleyball field and played once more only to win at the very last second. I spent the rest of the reunion hanging out with my family, and right when it looked like the sun was about to go down, my brother got out a disc. We threw it around for a few good minutes until my brother-in-law, Collin, came over and threw it with us. A few minutes later, Collin stopped the game and sat on the ground because his ankle was getting swollen. I rushed to his side and told Jordan to go get mom while I got him some ice. I came back in a few minutes with the ice bag, and mom was right there checking to see if it was broken, but luckily it was just swollen. Collin explained that this happened a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t anything serious, so he thought it wouldn’t be a bother.

My mom told him that he should try and go easy for a while until the swelling goes down, so I gave him the ice pack and Courtney, my sister, carried him to their car. He sat there for a good while; I went over there and tried to keep him company. I even tried to throw the disc with him while he was sitting down.

“Thanks for the ice pack, Victoria,” he said after a few minutes.

“You’re welcome, I just did what I thought my mom would do in that situation,” I responded.

“Well, you did a pretty good job,” he said.

“Thanks,” I said, feeling a bit of pride.

My mom has always been concerned with the well being of others, and I guess that’s where I get it from. I care very deeply about my family and would do anything to help them if they were sick or in trouble. I guess that’s why mom told me I’d make a good nurse when I was little. I’ve always tried to put my heart and soul into everything I do, and I care too much, but my mom always told me that it shows what a nice person you are. I’ve always loved and respected her, and she’s always inspired me to try and be caring and that’s why I’m thankful to have her as a mother.

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