Growing up, my mother always reminded me of two things: “Everything takes hard work and discipline” and “It will always be TeamUs.” At first, I struggled with what to write, but after asking my mother for help, I realized I needed to write about her—my hero. The prompt asked me to describe something so meaningful that I’d feel incomplete without it, and that’s my mother and the impact her hardships have had on my life.
My mother grew up in Hampton, Virginia, in a lower-class family, facing many challenges. She lost both parents by age 16—her mother after ten years on dialysis and her father to a heart attack after struggling with drug addiction. By 18, she had my sister, and by 22, she had me, raising us alone since my father wasn’t around. She worked two jobs, often going without food so we could eat, and had few social experiences due to the lack of support. Witnessing her sacrifices taught me the value of hard work and resilience. I will never take her for granted, as she provided the blueprint for my work ethic and perseverance.
Her struggles also led to emotional challenges. As I grew older, our relationship became strained. She had a lot of unresolved emotions from her past, and without a father figure, I struggled to understand what it meant to be a “man”. Feeling inadequate, I held myself to impossibly high standards, which caused anger and frustration. Over time, this confusion built up, and I often took it out on my mother.
We argued frequently—often over small things that always escalated. I felt misunderstood, convinced that only my absent father could understand me. Our constant fighting strained our bond, but over time, I realized that my mom and I were more alike than I thought. We were both shaped by our trauma. This realization helped me understand that it wasn’t my mother who didn’t understand me, but that I hadn’t fully understood her. Once I recognized that, our relationship began to heal.
Over the past year, we’ve grown much closer, and I am deeply grateful for that. My mother isn’t perfect—no one is, but if I had to choose in any universe, I’d pick her as my mom every time. She taught me everything I know, from her sacrifices to the life lessons she instilled in our long talks. She paved the way for me to be a successful Black man, and I owe everything to her.
Reflecting on these difficult moments forced me to confront my own emotions, behavior, and identity. Healing from my trauma required me to address deeper emotions such as sadness, anger, and confusion. These experiences helped me develop empathy and understand the value of forgiveness. In my everyday life, I now aim to create positive change by helping others appreciate the importance of letting go and moving forward.
This healing process led to my personal growth. By letting go of my resentment towards my father and forgiving my mother for the emotional wounds we shared, I felt liberated. It allowed me to approach life with a lighter heart and an open mind. I transformed from an angry, confused kid into a strong-willed man. These lessons were difficult, but without them, I wouldn’t be the person I am today.
My mother is my superhero. She raised me to be strong, kind, and hardworking, and I will never let her sacrifices go to waste. I promised myself that I would never give up. Whether in college, boxing, or life in general, I am determined to succeed because of everything she’s done for me. I aspire to achieve success, whether it’s in aerospace engineering or professional boxing. I work toward these goals every day, knowing that if I give it my all, I won’t fail. If I had to describe my mother in one word, it would be this: My Superhero.