Personal Narrative Essay: My Hero Is My Mother

We all have someone that we admire and aspire to be when  we grow old. There are many  different opinions about what a true hero is. The person I consider my hero is my mother, Doretha Hill. My mom has been there for me through thick and thin and has  never left my side. She has taught me many lessons throughout my life, but the one that stuck with me the most was being protective and compassionate to the ones you love. One experience in particular that taught me this lesson happened when I was in the fourth grade. 

It was the week of the fourth grade field trip. On Thursday, my classmates and I headed to Panama City to visit the amusement attraction, Wonderworks. I was so anxious that week that I remember being so excited for the fun to begin. The week of the field trip, I began to feel ill.  I must have caught a bad cold from school.  It wasn’t bothering me until the night before the field trip, and that’s where everything changed.

On the day of the field trip I woke up at 6:00 a.m feeling the worst I have ever felt. I was congested and could barely breathe because of my asthma. I told my mom that I didn't feel good the night before and she gave me some medicine to help. She came into my room making sure I had everything packed when she noticed I looked nauseous. 

“Kayla, maybe you should stay home,”Mom said. 

“I really want to go on the field trip though!,” I said with two major thoughts going through my head, “What do you want me to do?”

“Well I made an appointment for you at the doctor’s office since your asthma has started acting up.”  mom said. 

I really didn’t want to miss the field trip because I had been waiting for this a long time.  After thinking about it for a while, I decided to go. My mother said I would regret going on this field trip since I was not feeling the best. 

“Kayla, if you happen to end up in the hospital when you know you're not feeling well. I will not come down there and get you,” my mom said. 

Feeling sad I shake my head replying with a, “ Yes ma'am.”

A couple of hours later I was on the southern coach bus sitting with my friend when I started sweating out of nowhere. It was uncomfortable and made me  have  a miserable bus ride. When we arrived the wind started to pick up and I was getting chill bumps all over my body. Once inside the building, one of the teachers Ms. Smith stopped me and asked if I felt alright.  She saw me shivering and breathing a little loud. There were stairs we had to go up and she asked if I was fine doing them and I shook my head up and down.  About halfway up the stairs I collapsed into the railing and the teacher called 911. The last thing I remember before I passed out completely was the medics arriving asking for my parents phone number. 

The next day I remember waking  inside a hospital room to my mother sitting beside my bed. I remember asking what happened to me and she said I collapsed and passed out. She told me that I had pneumonia and had to stay in the hospital for a while.  She said I scared her and that she drove as fast as she could to come check up on me. At that moment I would never forget how protective and compassionate she was towards me. 

Throughout my life, I have known that my mom will always be my hero. It is my mom who I will always admire and aspire to be like when I grow up. She is the most compassionate person I've ever met. She is a dedicated healthcare worker who is determined to help those in need. Ever since I was born she has been nothing but patient and loving towards me. Overall, I will never forget the feeling when she was there by my side throughout my hospital days. My mom had taught me many things but what I learned from her that day was to always be protective and compassionate to the ones you love.