By LISA ALMOND
My Mum has always been my hero.
Even as a child I looked up to my mum and was amazed at how much she managed to accomplish and how she managed to treat all four of us kids equally throughout our entire lives.
Even now as adults it’s the same.
When I was younger though, I looked up to my mum because she was there; she was present in my everyday life.
There was no internet, no big media coverage of sporting events and the only magazines I read were ones that I purchased myself when I was older and could buy them with the money I earned.
I read books, and I loved those characters as well but the images I created in my mind were exactly that; images created in my mind. Whereas I could look at my mum every day. I could see the work she did and the life she lead.
She brought joy to everyone she was around, and still does.
While I like to think of myself as a hero to my children I asked my sons who their heroes were this week.
My six-year-old replied, “The Toy Story toys.”
Great, not only did I lose out with him, I lost out to inanimate objects.