My Mother and I

My mother was born on April 11, 1970 the last of ten children; her mother was in and out of her life all during her adolescent years, as she struggled with drug addiction and prostitution. My mother lost both of her parents at age fifteen and had me when she was sixteen. She married at sixteen since my father was much older than her it was required otherwise; he would have gone to jail. The relationship that I want to talk about in this essay is the one of my mothers and mine. My mother struggled to raise me, we grew up together, since she was only a child herself when she had me, and most certainly had no portrayal of what a parent should be. We have had many vicissitudes throughout my life but I would say overall things are good now. I have learned from her and I am glad things are in a much better place.

My mother’s adolescent years were problematic to say the least. She grew up the baby of ten children and did not get much of anything. When she was five, she was taken away from her family for neglect and placed in foster care. Her father was later able to get her back and a few of her other siblings but not all of them. The emotional hell that was her life would have given anyone a reason to be a horrendous person. My mother has always been a fighter for doing the right thing. She decided this early on in her life that doing that right thing always pays off.

My mother always told me to learn from others mistakes and most of all my own so as not to waste time in life, by having to hurt unnecessarily. I would say my mother is a no-nonsense type of person, which at times was difficult because instead of having many emotions like most other girls mothers I knew, she was more detached from emotion than most. She never gave lee...

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...contact her that I should not go my whole life without my mother. I agreed with him and I reached out and called her. My mother apologized for pushing me away and finally agreed that David was not as bad as she originally had thought. We all went to dinner and things have been completely different ever since.

My mother and I now are so different from before. I think we both realize that despite what either of us believe is right to do in our lives we respect one another’s wishes and beliefs. She and I will never be the same since that day I was not at home anymore but I do believe we are in a much better place. Now that I am grown definitely, I see the reasons behind the choices she made for me growing up. I have learned that ruling your life by fear can cause drastic life changing events, but if you can acknowledge your wrong doings, you can have a happy life.