There’s a heroine in my life.
She is my personal superhero, of sorts. Never less than elegant and graceful. Always fiercely protective of her beloveds, while steadfastly loving and tender. She is the symbol of home. The precious and resilient teacher, through her actions. She is the inwardly and outwardly expression of a true matriarch.
This natural role model is my loving mother and friend. One of the pillars of my foundation, while my beloved father, husband, and brother represent the others. She is my core.
Blessed be all those mothers and fathers, who through birth or by choice have grown into our personal superheroes.