Nora R

I, unlike other girls I know, wish to become like my mom. Not only in looks–although people claim I look exactly like my mom–but in intelligence, practicality, and personality. In order to go to Bishop Carroll Catholic High School, which had a tuition at the time, my mother had to find a job at 14 years old to pay her way into BC. She never complained about doing so, even though it was a tremendous burden. After four years of high school, my mother graduated and then undertook college. She went to a variety of schools, ranging from Newman to WSU to Butler Community College. She became an LPN, and then transitioned into an RN soon after. At the age of 24, she met my father and married him, all the while paying for his student loans, wedding, and honeymoon costs, because he hadn’t started working with the Boeing Company as an engineer yet. As the years, and the children, added, my mother advanced in her career, eventually becoming a well-paid nurse. While my three brothers and I were younger, my mom worked part-time in order to spend time with us during the day, often sacrificing sleeping time in order to work a second shift during the evening. She now does a similar practice, except working full-time and waking up at 4 a.m. in the morning to make it to work. I admire her so much for her hard work and dedication in providing for us. She not only works hard, but is an extremely caring and loving mother. She cheers at every basketball, volleyball, baseball, softball game, swim, track, and cross-country meet that happens to be going on at the time. She keeps track of our school work, grades, and schedules. She praises us when we excel, and disciplines us when we fail. She comforts us when we are sick or suffering, and is a constant figure whenever I come home from school. Although my mother might not win this award, I believe in my heart that she is “Wichita’s Favorite Mom,” because she is my favorite mom.