My Mom/Best Friend. We all remember our childhood best friends right? I know I do. In elementary school my best friends were twin girls named Ashley and Allison if you saw one of us the other two weren 't far behind. In middle school my best friend was a girl named Mikala and we were basically inseparable, we would trade off spending weeks at each others houses, giving each other horrible makeovers, and mostly just laughing about everything.You see now that I’m 18 and with only 2 months left in my senior year I have come to realize that those girls were my friends but my best friend was right at home and I call her mom. October 30th, 1997 was the day that our crazy mother daughter adventure started. She may say the craziness started around the 28th about the time she went into labor, keep in mind I was born on the 30th so that means labor for 2 whole days. YIKES! Sorry mom. After I was born we lived with my grandma and grandpa for just a few years then my mom and I moved into our own apartment it was just her and I. Being a single …show more content…
My mom is my best friend because she is always there for me. She is there when I need to vent whether it’s about friends or my boyfriend and believe me there’s a lot to say about “dumb” boys. A special thing that my mom and I share is that we always used to pinky promise about things. That is just something that has always stuck with us. We are also planning on getting tattoos on our pinkies that say “promise”.Something crazy that best friends usually do is they say the same things at the same time. If you happen to listen to my mom and I most of the time we do say the same things, we laugh about this when it happens because it’s crazy. We also LOVE to watch movies together. Our favorite movie to watch together is called “You 've got mail” I bet we could recite most of the movie. My mom is my best friend for all these reasons and many
During my middle and early high school years I had the same group of friends. As we grew up each of us started going through different situations but we always remained friends and spent time together. However, as we reached our junior year we started slowly losing our friendships due to me being put into a senior class. Then senior year came and I had plans and goals to reach. I didn’t want to do activities that we use to do
“Dear Cheryl, he is yours for now. Take good care of this wonderful boon while I’m gone serving for the country. Thanks! – Your cousin, Ronald. [PS: All of his stuff like diapers, and baby powder, is in this big bag beside Paul’s basket.”] This was the note attached to the basket where the baby, Paul was peacefully sleeping. Cheryl is a 23-year old slacker, who cares for nothing but partying on any given night with friends, and also works at a photography shop part-time .She is also the only living relative of Ronald in the city. He leaves his infant son to her care in order to pursue his dream to join the Navy. The baby’s mother, Olga is a rising adult movie star trying to make her name in the industry. That is the reason on why she left Paul and his father, Ronald. Cheryl immediately takes the baby’s basket and leaves him in her living room. She then proceeds to study with on how to use the equipment, such as feeding bottles found in the baby’s bag.
My mom, just like most moms has been with me for my whole life. Her birthday is
Saturday May 28th, 2016. It has to be easily the most emotional day of my life. Much was said and many tears were shed in the two hours we met. The only word I can use to describe this experience is surreal. For the next two weeks I had to keep reminding myself that yes, this had actually occurred, because otherwise my mind might try to convince me meeting her never happened. Nonetheless I felt elated to have met her, not just for me, but for my mother who had expressed during, she had been terrified I would have refused to see her. When the end of that summer rolled around, no, I could not say I went on any exciting trips but I could say I met my mother, arguably more important. Since the initial meeting with my mom it has gradually increased to days I can spend with her and a year later I still never take it for granted. What has surprised me the most is how fast we bonded. I can talk to her about anything it seems. I am a little late to the game but I finally understand what having a great relationship with a mom
She knows everything about me, and I pretty much know everything about her as well. She practically knows me better than anyone else, even my closest friends and boyfriend. We love to spend majority of our time together and it easy for both of us to open up to each other about everything going on in our lives. Whether that 's my education, family members, my boyfriend, her work, but it doesn 't matter what the topic is, I tell her everything. Because I am her daughter, we are very much alike, and that goes as far as my taste in style, music, and we love doing things that we both enjoy together. It is also frequent that she is the same size as me, so we also share clothes too! So, it is evident that we share the same interests, and have many similarities. Me and my mom share a special bond, that is like no other I have ever had with anyone else, and I am quite thankful for that, especially that it lies between my own family. The most crucial for our close bond and relationship, is trust. Without that trust, we wouldn 't be as close as we are or be able to share half of the things that we do share with each other. It 's nice to know that my mom will always have my back, and be there for me no matter what the circumstance is, and it is the same way for me with her. We consider ourselves very lucky.
A bestfriend is the ultimate friend of all friends. I tell my bestfriend everything and anything, always hanging with them 24/7, and helping eachother out. I can come to this person without a doubt, no hesitation. No one is more special to me than having a true friend around who doesn’t judge me for what i do or even get annoyed with me telling them the same stories but still act interested in them as if they were hearing it for the first time. We sacrifice things for each other and we just know about each other as if we were eachother. No one gets me like they do and for that, that’s why friendship is important because you always need someone to pick you up when you’re down and make your life worth
Growing up I was very shy. I didn’t know how to make friends and if I had some I didn’t know if I could trust them. It’s always a good idea to have really close friends, also known as “best friends”. I met my best friend when I was five years old. I technically grew up with her. We went to the same school through the whole years. She was the kind of friend I could always count on. The one I could trust on taking notes for the on days I was absent. The one who defended my name when it was
Six months ago I decided that I needed an animal companion. I did a lot of research about Maltese dogs. I looked through the internet to learn if that was the right dog for me. After I was done with my research about Maltese, I looked through newspaper ads and visited the animal shelter to see if I could find one. I came upon an ad in the newspaper for some six month old Maltese puppies, which a lady was selling.
Growing up in school you have your friends in 1st, then in Jr. High, and then when you get to high school you might not even know or see your friends from 1st grade anymore. For the few people who’s had a friend from 1st grade till college I think that someone they need to hold on to because if they stuck with you through all them year I know they’re there for the right reason and there not just there for a season. As Elizabeth Dunphy says, “It’s the little things that matter, that add up in the end, with the priceless thrilling magic found only in a friend.”
There have been a vast number of lives that have touched mine. Many different people have shared a piece of their soul in my formation. However, it is my mother who is the most important and most influential person in my life. My mother raised me by herself since the day I was born. My father was abusive and she left to make a better life for the both of us. She has worked as many as four jobs at one time. My mother wants to make sure my brothers and I have a better life than she did. It hasn’t always been easy for her, taking care of us on her own, trying to pay bills and making sure we had everything we needed. My mom has always had us involved in sports at a very young age. We always were doing something or involved in something growing up. We went to summer school all through elementary school because she wanted us to get a head start. I remember when we were little she enrolled us I a manners and more class and I can recall when we would go out to eat people would compliment us on how well behaved we were.
When I was a young girl in elementary school I developed a friendship with a girl that lived a block from me. We began visiting each other’s homes every day. Having sleep overs, riding the bus together and even sitting with each other during lunch. We developed a friendship that couldn’t be broken. It didn’t matter that I was African American and she was Caucasian her whole family made me feel like I was one of their own. While I didn’t know much about anything and didn’t really know what family meant I learn it from her family. She taught me how to line dance and I learn to love his strange music that was peaceful and full of love called country music. It had a way of making your feel happy when you were down. We formed a bond and became best friends she was the only friend I had and I remember when her other friends came to visit I grew kind of jealous because I thought they would take her away from me and I would be all alone again so I became distant. She was such a great friend and for somehow she knew what was bothering me without me even having to say anything so she told me that it shouldn’t worry we will always be friends and it’s okay to have more than one best friend. She was so wise for her age I use to think to myself. As I grew older my mother and siblings and I moved out of town and I lost connection with her but with the increased technology like Facebook we have reconnected. I believe attraction played a major part on us becoming friends. Our friendship started on the school bus on the ride home from school. A couple of bullies started picking on her because of her freckles and fi...
I had a different best friend almost every year during my childhood. I met my best friend when I was 3. I moved into a new house and met Crista the first day that I moved in. When she was in fourth grade her family decided to move. During this time, she had been the main person that I hung out with, so this was a huge change fore me. So I spent basically a year and a half with very few friends. I moved to a new school half way through sixth grade. I didn’t ever find a real place there. I met my best friend Stacey when I first moved to my new middle school. We stayed friends throughout middle school, but she had a lot of family problems and she ended dup moving away and I didn’t even know she was leaving until after she was gone. In a time like middle school for something like that happen is awful. I got depressed after that happened and I ...
...mportant person in my life and I know that she will be always there for me with help, her love, and her care. She’s a wonderful person, she admires the beauty of life, and as a result she is always in a good mood. Now, like my mother, I’m a positive thinker, and I am a creative person who believes life is what you create it to be. I also know if I have to make any big decisions in my life, I can always ask my mom for advice because she has the wisdom and experience. I also know that she will tell me the truth even if it is not something that I want to hear, but she will tell me with kindness and without any judgment. My mother is my role model because she does so much for me; she gives me everything she has just to make my life easier. I love my mother and I am so thankful that she is the way she is. My mother is always there for me and I would do anything for her.
When I was young, I drew a picture of my mother. It was her standing in a yard with a house in the background. It wasn't our house, and my mother looked like anyone but herself. Dressed entirely in green, with green hair and a green expression on her green face, she stood in front of a green two-story house surrounded by a green landscape. Green was her favorite color, and I wanted to make a surprise out of the drawing for her.
When I needed to talk, she listened. When I was ill, she healed me. When I was hungry, she fed me. This frail woman whom I call my mom was a superwoman while I was growing up. With wisdom, she guided; with tenderness, she spoke; and with love, she raised me. Although we were very poor, my mother made it a point always to give me a present on my birthday.