Her eyes are a chestnut brown, that sparkle whenever she looks at me. She has little wrinkles that crease into her skin, around the sides of her mouth as soon as she smiles. Although her smile can brighten up anyone’s day, her teeth are tinted a light yellow. She has light brown skin that’s glows ever so radiantly in the sun. Her hair is a jet black color with a hint of grey surrounding the edges of her hairline; it’s thick as sheep’s wool, and caresses her shoulders effortlessly. Right above her rosy colored cheeks are a few moles that stand out upon her face. She stand’s tall at about 5’5, and weighs a little over two hundred pounds, but you couldn’t tell because she wears it very well. She walks proudly, loving all of her curves. She’s usually dressed in all black, which is quite flattering. She is fifty-six years of age, but has the vitality of a twenty-six year old. She is the kindest woman you could ever meet, but don’t take her kindness for weakness, because she does have a feisty side that comes out every once in a while. Her genuine character is absolutely unforgettable. Her values and morals are what keeps her soul so pure. Her spirit gleams nothing but love. I call her mom, but she was born Sally …show more content…
Sitting so close to her I got to smell her sweet scent of honeysuckle and aquatic orchid; I was able to hear her loud, yet angelic voice; I got the chance to look in her deep brown eyes; and last but not least I got to feel the touch of my mother’s love. My mom plays a big role in this small world. Sally isn’t just my mother. She’s a loving wife, a nurturing grandmother, a selfless sister, and a respectful daughter. She goes outside the boundaries of our family to be a dedicated nurse. After all she has contributed to my family and the community, I can truly say she is my Super
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
Our dad had died of a heart attack. Even though they were divorced at the time of his death I could tell it had hit her hard. After she told us it was as if a shield she’d been holding had crumbled and she had cried with us at her side. Now our mom was to fully take on the role of a single mother of two young children, not to mention our older siblings she still had to worry about with the oldest still in college and the other moving across the country. When I look back to these days after his death I begin to notice things my mom did for us that I mightn’t have even blinked at then. I didn’t realize yet just how much she did and is doing. After that I really looked closely at all that she does and decided my mom truly is my personal Michigan hero.
At Ten P.m on September 23, 2006, my mother Kelli Elizabeth Dicks was hit by a car on Route 146 southbound trying to cross the high speed lane. She was being picked up by a friend. Instead of taking the exit and coming to the other side of the highway, her ride suggested she run across the street. The impact of the car caused her to be thrown 87 feet away from the original impact zone and land in a grassy patch of land, her shoes stayed where she was hit. She was immediately rushed to Rhode Island Hospital where she was treated for serious injuries. When she arrived at the hospital she was rushed into the operating room for an emergency surgery. The amount of injuries she sustained were unbelievable. She broke 18 different bones, lacerated her liver and her spleen, ruptured her bladder, and she collapsed both lungs. When she went in for her emergency operation, and had her
As a child growing up, there were times I would feel my mother would be out to just make
The greatest woman I’ve ever known always told me that education was important…and she was right. I came from a small town in the suburbs of St. Louis, Missouri prior to becoming a teenager. At the time, education was abundant in St. Ann, where I lived. I attended a decent elementary school and made good grades, despite mathematics not being my cup of tea. I have
After a long day I returned home and was greeted again by my mother. She immediately asked how my group presentation and the rest of my day went. In spite of her already unpleasant day, she was still concerned with mine. I, in turn, turned the conversation to how she and my grandmother were coping with my great aunt’s passing. Throughout this entire conversation we both were using a great deal of empathy and
Women are blessed with what I consider is the biggest gift in the universe and that is to give life to what once was part of them. At some point in our lives we ask ourselves……. What is a good mother? Although there can be endless definitions, my definition of a good mother is based on what I consider to be morally right. A good mother always thinks about her children first, a good mother is always willing to give her life for her children, a good mother is soft and gentle with her children, but a good mother becomes aggressive and protective when her children are exposed to potential threats and a good mother will always want the best for her children.
It was June 6, 2011. I remember taking my mother to the County Hospital’s emergency room. She seemed extremely exhausted; her eyes were half-closed and yellow, and she placed her elbow on the armchair, resting her head on her palm. I remember it was crowded and the wait was long, so she wanted to leave. I was the only one there with her, but I did not allow her to convince me to take her home. I told her in Spanish, “Mom, let’s wait so that we can get this over with and know what’s going on with you. You’ll see everything is okay, and we’ll go home later on.” I wish then and now that would have been the case. Unfortunately, she was diagnosed with colon cancer that had spread to many parts of her body including her lungs and kidneys. The doctor said to me not considering that I was a minor and my mother’s daughter, “Her disease is very advanced and we don’t think she will live longer than a year.” With this devastating news, I did not know what to do. I thought to myself that perhaps I should cry, or try to forget and take care of her as best I could and make her laugh to ease her pain.
My mom is a unique woman. She is quite short, yet she’s full of energy. She has black hair cropped down to her shoulders and has golden streaks running through them. She has big dark brown eyes which open, to discover the wonders of the world. “Time changes people,” she always says. No matter what people say to her, she doesn’t let it aff...
It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari Jenson. I knew I would probably put the project off until the very end and do it the weekend before even though it would get on my mom’s nerves. Putting work off was just how I did everything, it worked for me. When I arrived home from school that day, I told mom about the project. I told her I would most likely write it about her and she was overjoyed.
This lady is the most wonderful person I 've ever met. She is old, affectionate, and intelligent. It took me eighteen years to realize how much this extraordinary person influenced my life. She 's the type of person who charms everyone with her stories and experiences. She always time for her family and friends. She is the kind of leader who does everything to keep her family together and in harmony. She is my grandmother.
1. Ideal fathers based from children literature sources were characterized as stern disciplinarian. “He left the child alone in a room and gave orders that no one was to speak to Heman or give him food or drink until further notice” (p.157). Ideal mothers were characterized as sentimental, loving, nurturing and submissive to their husbands. “The mother sat by, suffering, of course, most acutely, but perfectly satisfied that it was their duty to subdue the child, and that in such a trying hour a mother’s feelings must not interfere” (p.166). She possessed defined virtue such as purity and so “Mothers are the only proper persons to convey such knowledge to a child’s mind. They can do it without throwing the slightest stain upon youthful purity” (p.169). Mothers were regarded as homemakers. “A knowledge of domestic duties is beyond all price to a woman” (p.168). Ideal sons listened to their parents, dutiful, honest and decent. “While I regret the loss of my favourite, I rejoice in my son, who always speaks the truth” (p.174). Ideal daughters were expected to have modest manners and learn domestic duties in order to prepare them become ideal mothers. “When a girl is nine or ten years old, she should be accustomed to take some regular household duties, and to feel responsible for the manner in which it is done” (p.168). The ideal characteristics of each members of an ideal family complement their roles and division of power. The father was the symbol of dominance and provider of the family. The mother was a symbol of domesticity that takes care of the family. The daughters and sons were expected to listen to the commands of their parents. Nancy Shippen’s way of child rearing was imposing strict rules and expectations. Francis Wayland ...
What does phenomenal mean to you? One dictionary states phenomenal means very remarkable. My great grandmother was a very sophisticated and remarkable woman. Phenomenal should have been her first name, because that she was. My great grandmother was a rare breed; many do not come like that anymore. Memories of my great grandmother take me to a happy place, and hold a special place in my heart.
Has anyone ever asked you: “Who is most important to you”? To me the most wonderful mother in my life, no one can replace her in my heart. My mother, who is very nice and gentle, helps me and has always been there for me when I need her. My mother loves me very much. She is strict and educated me to become a good person. I can’t say how much love her. I am grateful to her because she gave me birth, brings me love and helped me grow up. But you know she just takes care of me a lot. Every day she tells me the same words. If you were me, you would feel very tired. I am a very happy child having my mother. I feel too tired to listen to her words, but imagine one day I don’t see her any longer and listen to her voice. What would I feel?
I could not think of a better example or provide for me than my mother. She was on the right track for the rest of her life because she got into college when she was only 17 years old. When she tells me about those kinds of stories, they always consists of being the youngest kid in the class who everybody else thinks should still be in high school.