Never have I met a woman quite like her.

A woman I’m lucky enough to call my mom. I may be a bit biased, but this woman has to be superwoman.

Her daily schedule consists of getting home at 3 a.m. after a long night’s work, taking her kids to school around 8 a.m., cleaning around the house, running errands, picking her kids up from school, taking them to baseball practice and making dinner all within 24 hours. And yet somehow she manages to squeeze in a couple hours of sleep to help her get through each day.

Despite running on a few hours of sleep, this woman still manages to be the most energetic soul possible. She never fails to make me laugh so hard I begin to cry. Whether it’s hip-hop or Latin music, you can always find my mom dancing. She will find just about any excuse to show off her best moves.

Though her outrageous actions might embarrass me at times, I realize those are the things I’m going to miss most when I’m in college. I’ll miss the simple things like waking up every morning to her singing random songs at the top of her lungs, my brother and me posting videos of her dancing on Snapchat, and just coming home after school to join her in watching “Days of Our Lives.”

There are no words that could prove just how grateful I am for my mother. She’s done so much for me, not only as my mom but as my best friend. She’s been there for those nights where my anxiety got the best of me before a big test or when high school drama left me with a headache from the constant stream of tears. No matter how minuscule the issue was, she was ready with her comforting advice.

Just as all relationships, we argue and disagree at times. In the end I know we only fight because we care so much for each other. My mom only wants what’s best for me and she’s willing to do anything to ensure that’s what I get. The amount of stress my mom puts on herself to provide for my siblings and me is indescribable.

My mom never fails to remind us that we are her world. Just as other moms, her whole life revolves around us. From the minute my older sister was born, my mom’s life changed for the better. Just as much as we need her, she needs us.

All that I am or hope to be I owe to my mother. She taught me to not care about what people think and to do what makes me happy in life. In the end, the amount of money I possess isn’t what matters. As long as I have my family by my side, I have all that I need.

I know it’s cliche to say “I have the best mom in the world,” but I swear I do.