My Mom, Sherma Doughty

Most people say that their mothers are their heroes because they care for them and they’re there for them. But, I have more reason than that. My mother, Sherma Doughty, is my hero for various reasons. She is courageous, committed, respectful, and unique in her special way that makes her my hero. In my mother’s earlier years she had herself caught in a difficult situation. In 9 months, she would be having my now older sister, Morgan Brown at age 19. She had already made up her mind that she would keep her child, which shows bravery enough. When my sister was born, she was committed to being a mother. She had passed up attendance to Culinary Arts School; even braver. Though my grandfather offered to take guardianship of my sister, my mother simply refused the offer. She had made up in her mind that she would take charge and care of her children. Once she was on her own in her own apartment, I came along. That’s when she became even more committed. My sister and I were now in school and she took on even more responsibility. She was filing paperwork, checking grades, and preparing us for school and life. She took on a job that some can’t master. She took on the job of being a mom. She accepted responsibility for her actions and she treated them well. She was what some called, or at least to me, a hero.

R-E-S-P-E-C-T! Everyone knows what it means to me. Especially my mother. My mother shows me and my younger siblings all the utter most respect she can. When we have specific secrets or we have personal feelings only we want her to know, she’ll respect us by keeping the secrets, secrets! She also treats us like human beings. We’ll be given a chance to follow her rules and she’ll ask us nicely. Most of the time, you’ll hear, “Alexah! You know your coat isn’t supposed to be on the floor! Come pick it up!” Now, if we choose to disobey her, it’s a totally different idea! But for the most part, I love her because she is respectful and treats us like we’re supposed to be treated. Just another characteristic of, what? A Hero! Has your mother ever gotten you into some deep trouble? Has she ever scolded you for something and you really don’t feel like laughing? Well, I’ve felt like that plenty of times! But the only thing different is, my mother knows how to make me laugh even when I’m sad! She’ll make what I call a “family joke”. When I’m even in the most frantic of moods, she’ll be her own exclusive self and come up with something to make me laugh. I love her and respect her because she is a unique, merciful person who is counted as, once again, my hero.

Have you ever been really bored? I mean so bored that you’re about to fall asleep or you’re eyes are sagging and are about to pop out? Well, thanks to my friendly mother, that hardly happens. My mother makes sure that me and siblings stay active no matter what! Whether it’s taking us to the movies, going out to eat, or even running to the grocery store, she makes sure we’re up and about. Now, you have some times where we don’t even go out. It may be just that we’re watching an episode on TV that she recorded, or maybe we’re all waiting for an episode to come on and we’ll all watch it together live! The point is, she makes sure we’re up and going. And when she does spend time with us, she makes sure that it’s going to be a time we’ll never forget!

So, whether it's being respectful, accepting responsibilities, having fun, or making me laugh, she’s being my hero. Though she’s made some mistakes, she’s my hero thick and thin. She’s the person to look up to and the person to exemplify. I love her, and I know she loves me. I know she’s proud of me, my work and wishes me the best. I also know that she can relate and understand me in a lot of things. We’re both the middle children, and we’re both what my grandparents call freedom fighters. Either way, we’re Mother and Daughter.Oops! I mean Hero and Daughter!
Alexah Brown