My mother will have a hard time hearing this. She'll roll her eyes when I say she's heroic. You see, my mother is so humble she doesn't know she's a mountain.And that her strength is my strength. My mother pours out so much love, never knowing she's an ocean. We all jump and swim and play in these waters, and it's all because of her. Her light shines on us, warms us, gives and sustains life, yet it never dawns on her that she's the sun. My mother is as beautiful as she is modest. As powerful as she is