I used to think that role models were people that we were to model ourselves after, exactly, because that’s why they’d earned the title. Though, I…

I used to think that role models were people that we were to model ourselves after, exactly, because that’s why they’d earned the title. Though, I used to think that my mother was as abnormal as they come, too. Now I’m sure that I can’t place much weight on either of those ideals. They’re too immature, too innocent, and it took a rude awakening for me to see through just what it means to be a role model, in my eyes. For me, my mother definitely lies in role model territory, though not for the obvious reasons. I can safely say that I don’t want to model myself after her, but that’s not to say that I haven’t learned from her. Like a parent, she teaches adamantly, expecting us to look past their errors, and to follow their words blindly, against our better judgment. I mean, true, there’s the little logical flaw in that: you know, the one where we’ve decided to carve out our own path because, who follows someone who makes errors? Although every fiber of my being tells me otherwise, I follow them, though not in their errors exactly; I follow in their courage to make mistakes. I feel like that’s what a true role model should be, not someone who appears perfect, but someone who is human, and who learns from their own experiences. They say that experience is the best form of education, so why not learn from a teacher who knows their stuff. They say that imitation is the greatest form of flattery. We’ll see how far I’m willing to go there. How far are you guys willing to go? What do you look for in a role model?
– Eric