Everyday heroes can be role models too. An eighty three year old woman has become mine. From stage 4 cancer and prediabetes, from an ample butt and tubby tummy to a skinny jeaned slender picture of health.
She had her role model in the form of her similarly aged neighbor who glided by her window one day. From that day on, my mother decided her life was worth living. From that day on, my mother decided she could look and act just the way she wanted to, despite the hardships and loneliness she dealt with.
Now, after so many years, I see my mother’s incredible strength. Now, after a lifetime of trying not to be my mother, I finally want to emulate her. Now is the time.