A hero is defined as someone who is admired for their courage, outstanding achievements, noble qualities, and confronting misfortune through strength, ingenuity, generosity and selflessness. A person’s willingness to overcome risks for the common good, often without expecting a reward, but just by doing what is right. Gerard Way once said “Heroes are ordinary people who make themselves extraordinary.” My hero and “ultimate inspiration comes from my best friend, the dazzling woman from whom I received my name and life’s blood”, Nicole Girgenti.
When my mother grew up, she stated she was always doing activities. Whether it was playing outside, swimming, playing with the neighborhood kids, building forts, and having adventures with the family, she always enjoyed her time spent with others. As her life went on, and she grew up, she was always with her younger sister Raina Girgenti, who later on became Raina Cioletti. Although she grew up with her entire family, she had always been companioned by Raina, or “Weenie” as my mother calls her. My mother and aunt had shared a bedroom, went to school, hung out with friends, and done plenty more while accompanying each other. Having a big family comes with much entertainment, such as family parties. For my mother, there had always been a family party, no matter who it was, everybody would come. People would bring their friends or significant others, even if they didn’t know them, and they would start conversations, being friendly with everybody. My mother mentioned the town as having “small town vibes.” For example, for a contest, my mother and her family had the opportunity to paint the Bagel Express windows. Since my uncle John had been senator, my mother said there had always been projects they would work on. My mom would help stuff envelopes, go to rallies, answer questions from news outlets, and be around other politicians in the area.
As my mother raised me, she kept the family traditions that she had when she was growing up. When I grew up there was also always a party of some sort, whether it had been a birthday, holiday, or just a party for fun, everybody enjoyed each other’s company. On weekends, my mother would always bring my brother and I to our grandparents house. There wasn’t a specific date or time being planned, but my mother would mention to the other families that we were going, if anybody else wanted to join and hang out together.
I have always been compared to my mother and people would constantly state, “she’s your twin.” This comment is better than any compliment I could ever receive. In my eyes, my mother is the most strong, kind hearted, attentive, thoughtful and most of all, loving person I know. She has the perfect mix of gentleness while also making sure she pushes me enough to do the best I can. She would always go above and beyond for my brother and I. She’d buy us any toy we wanted, buy us chocolates on Valentines Day, buy as many presents as she could find to put under the Christmas tree, and so many more actions that make you feel loved and seen. She had some struggles, but being the strong woman she is, conquered them with a smile on her face. These actions that she thought weren’t being seen, were noticed by me, and I admire her for it.
To summarize, my mother had been brought up with a loving family, and did the same for me. Like her, we did activities together, but no matter what we did, we had fun because we were with each other and because she made every occasion feel special. She is an outstanding , gorgeous woman with many admirable qualities. Most of all, her actions for me show what it is like to be a genuinely good person. I admire her and will always better myself, doing whatever it takes to be just like her, never noticing that the person I’ve always wanted to be most, was her. She is the perfect definition of a hero and this is why my mother is, and will always be, my hero.