My Relationship With My Mother Essay

My relationship with my mother, Louella Aguilar, or mom as I affectionately call her, began on January 14th, the day I was born. Our relationship is ongoing as I currently live at home with her and my father. My long term memory which is the part of your mind responsible for permanent information storage allows me to know that for as long as I can remember my mother has called me muchacha which is girl in english. On page 193 of our book Mccornack mention personal idioms known as words or phrases that have a unique meaning to a particular relationship. The nickname that my mother has given me is an example of a personal idiom because the two of us have a high level of understanding about the meaning and sentimental value of the nickname. This

When evaluating my attachment style I can see that I have a very secure attachment style. This is defined as an attachment style in which individuals are low on both anxiety and avoidance; they are comfortable with intimacy and seek close ties with other (pg.46). I believe this comes from the fact that as a child my needs were always met and I never felt as if I was not worthy of being cared for. As I continued to grow my mother always emphasized the importance of being proud of who you are. Any time I had questions about my our culture my mother was always more than happy to answer all of my questions. She would explain to me that our ethnicity is hispanic and it is important to take pride in our cultural identity. She would always say that our cultural identity is our way of preserving the history of our ancestors and it provides us with a sense of securement and belonging. Culture is defined as a set of values, beliefs, practices, and attitudes shared by a large group of people

During my senior year in high school I was in the process of deciding where I wanted to go to school for the next four years. My mother was working downtown at the time and would always joke and say I should go to Metro because then we could ride the bus together. Of course I was a teenager and so I automatically shot that idea down because I wanted to experience being on my own. I decided that I wanted to go to Colorado Mesa University in Grand Junction, Colorado which was about a 6 hour drive from my hometown. My mother has always told us that her and my father would make sure that they are able to provide the opportunity for each of us kids to go to the university of our choice. Due to this fact my mother respected my decision even though she was not so thrilled that I would be so far away. As moving day came closer and closer I got more nervous about my decision, but I knew I could manage living on my own. Finally moving day came and I had already had all of my stuff set up in my room and it was time for me to leave for my first floor meeting at my dormitory. As I said goodbye to my parents I felt sad knowing I wouldn’t see them for two months and even at that it would only be for two days. During the first few weeks I felt a little bit homesick and it was definitely a bit of an adjustment for me. I had on my mask until I was able to make some