Adoption - Personal Narrative My mother was all I had in this world. It has been two weeks and I still refuse to believe she has gone. During my mothers last few weeks, her face totally changed; cancer is such a terrible disease. Why did she have to leave me to cope with all this on my own? It is so messy. Apparently there was a big secret that I would find out. A short while before she passed away, my mother said that I had to read her will and I would find out what it was. Couldn't be half as bad as she was making it out I thought. But back then; I couldn't of even dreamt of what was to happen to me. I burst out crying. I was scared, hurt and felt like no one. I had been adopted. I looked at the papers and still couldn't understand. Why, what and when? I loved my mother with all my heart; living with her for 14 years wasn't just a way to pass time, it was my life. Should I even attempt to track down my biological mother? I felt guilty even thinking it. Nervous, shocked and determined I decided would go on a mission to find out who she was. I had to, It was very scary. I rang all the agencies and finally got sent information on her. They posted me " mrs.Blakes" address and I was to see her the following week. Was I making the right decision? At that moment it seemed to be. I lay in bed thinking. It was weird my life had changed so much in one week. What was going to happen now? Tomorrow was the day…I gulped and thought about it. That night seemed to last forever. The morning I was dreading had came. My heart was filled with mixed emotions. Leaving the house I bit my fingernails and prayed. I looked at the map, w... ... middle of paper ... ...but why shouldn't she be? She is my mother after all, even if I hadn't seen her for fourteen years. I sat in that same sofa for six hours. Listening to a lot of explanations and hearing a lot of stories was beginning to confuse me. I still couldn't believe it all. My head was aching; it all felt like far too much shock and excitement for one day. Things really didn't seem to turn out bad though. Well, it's been two months and I'm sitting in a boring maths lesson writing this amazing story. Life is so different and I have had to adjust with a lot of things. I will always miss my mother though. My new parents are absolutely great! Whoops! Speaking of parents, here comes my dad; I know I should be paying attention in his lessons! My dad sure is nice but having him as a teacher- well that's another story!
so that may have been had not Bessie's short search for me led her to
Throughout her life, my mother lovingly cared for her parents, her husband of 55 years (John A. Morris, Sr.), her 3 children, and her adopted sisters and brothers. She served as a second mother to her siblings, as well as to her nieces and nephews. She also stayed in close touch with her aunts and uncles and her first cousins. Throughout my life (even before I entered the picture) many relatives came to live with my parents.
I can now understand why she was saddened by me learning to ride a bike. When she let go of me that last time it was similar to mother bird letting her baby fly out of the nest for the first time. That was the start of me becoming my own person and becoming more independent. Every mother wants their child to soar high, but they also don’t want their babies to grow up. But it’s simply a part of
I was adopted from Seoul, South Korea when I was five and a half months old. When I finally understood what adoption meant, I thought that it was the most significant day in my life for many years, but I was wrong.
For her privacy, I'll refer to her as Rin. I was happy for the first few months, but the relationship became suffocating later on. Rin wanted my undivided attention at all times of the day. In addition, Rin had severe anxiety. My love for Rin slowly died and obligation took its place. I felt obliged to stay with her. It's nauseating that I felt this way, but what else could I do? I thought that I had to stay with Rin to keep her safe from herself. As a result, I stayed with her, not as a lover, but a caretaker. One evening with friends, Rin demanded we leave, for Rin didn't like that she had to share me. I couldn't deal with her distancing me from friends anymore. I called Rin and cut all ties between us and our mutual friends. I gave her neither chance for dialogue nor reprisal, just like Paul Neruda. In hindsight, I didn't love her. Because I am a loser who has no chance in love, I was more in love with the idea of a girlfriend. As a result, I didn't love Rin, I loved my girlfriend. If I had truly had feelings for Rin, I would've resolved my problems through dialogue, not by running away like a
After she left I had my birthday and she never showed up so I gave up hope for her and now I never what to
Because of her active involvement in my life and Eileen’s she became known to our friends as “Mama”. Where ever we would go- she would go with us, that’s just the way it was… she got so close to our friends that they formed their own friendship with her.
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.
don't forget your parents and siblings. She loves all of us and is happy with her life, but she
That’s where things went wrong, we decided to have kid, a kid named Lucy. She never understood my job and never understood why I didn’t love mummy anymore. Her mum lost passion, and in that I lost passion for her
I was probably thinking that I had no mom. I’m guessing the reason why I thought like that is my grandmother brought me up after the first birthday. According to my mom, I had sometimes visited my parents’ home, but suddenly I said I wouldn’t go back to my grandma’s house when I was four years old. Mom needed grandma’s helps more, but grandma left me behind and I started to live with my family again. I think that moment was the moment that I realized the woman who visited me two or three times a week was my mom.
As a couple days passed by I asked my mother if we were going to keep my animals, Luke and Leia our Siberian huskies, and Tazz our cat. She said no, and things got even worse, I felt like I should just end my life now to make all the pain go away. But, I took a deep breath, and I said to myself “You need to keep going no matter how hard things get, carry on.”
Maybe I would have felt comforted by the fact that other woman had also experienced it.
Eventually, it became necessary to attend school and it was a hard transition being away from her for periods of time much longer than I was used to. She then started to feel the affects of old age. Her family whom she cared for so deeply took advantage of her poor health and state of mind until they broke her body down completely.
...; I like to believe that I've accepted my self-induced isolation from her with grace, but I must admit that I do hold the hope of bridging the gap between my mother and I. I also hold the hope of amending myself for all the times I've knowingly and purposefully hurt her. Although she is not a god, as I originally assumed, she is a good woman. She has raised me, sheltered me, and loved me for over seventeen years without asking for more than casual chores in return. I believe that the greatest compliment I could ever give my mother is to grow up to be exactly what she wants me to be. I want to make her happy. My gift to her will be my success in life, so that when she's old and gray, and she's knitting me a hideous sweater in her creaky rocking chair, she can sigh, and mumble to herself, "Wow, it was worth it."