First born. Oldest sister of three siblings. Her mom is a waitress working full time in a small town Dennys. She never went to college and started a family at a very young age. When shes not working she is watching over her kids and waiting for her husband to return home. Her father is a full time fire man, working harder than ever. He is a college drop out. Failed to achive his dreams of being a band director and graduating college. Instead when hes not out fighting fires, he is trying to put food on the plates of his family by kiling rodents and pests. My mother was the first person in all of her family to go to college. She worked her butt off studing and persuing her impossible dream. She moved from the small town of only a couple hundred …show more content…
She didnt have a cakey face to cover her imperfections, she allowed her imperfections to be shareed with the world. She didnt wear skin tight clothing to insintuate her body, she didnt even wear seven inch stiletoes. My mother would be comfertable in her favorite pair of baggy jeans and t shirt. When i started to relize this, i wasnt insecure or disapointed in her. In fact i was proud to have her as my mother. She taught me that it dosnt matter how you look. People who really care about you could care less on your appearence. And when my friens would talk about their favorite things they like to do with their mothers, they would all say “going shopping”, “baking “, and “getting our nails done”. For me my favorite thing to do with my mom would be to have a fun day at the lake ,fishing and hanging out with family. We wernt your typical girls. Instead of getting our nails painted, we would get them dirty. Instead of shopping for new clothes, we would roll around in the grass untill a hole would pop up. After that we would cutthem and reuse the clothes. This may have made me very diffrent from the other girls in my cass, but i didnt care. My mom proved that its good to be diffrent as long as you are you. Ever since that day i still live by …show more content…
Both of her parents smoked and drank. They counted all of their tips that they made that day and just barley scraped by with enough money to pay bills. With all of these negative influences my mom was determined to not make the same mistakes. That pushed her to everything diffrent than what her parents did. She never smoked a cigarette or drank a bottle of beer, because she saw the sffects of what somthing so small can change and controll your life. This has influenced me to learn from my mistakes aswell. Im type of person that always does everything the hard way. Instead of going through the box i will go all the way out side the box and go around, thats just who i am. Becasue of this, i make a lot of mistakes. I could have just given up in those situations, but instead, my mom has influenced me to learn from those mistakes to make sure they dont happen again. Something my mom would always say is “There is never a way to get out of failure, you just have to learn how you failed and how you can keep from making the same mistake.” This is something that keeps popping up in everything i do, and is has influenced me to not worry about the small
My mother was a very well-tempered woman, who kept to herself. Like Suzette, I didn’t know much about my mother’s background, or a lot of the pain and hardship she went through until I was older. This is when I realized why my mother conducted herself the way she did, because of all the pain she had built up inside of her from her past. For example; it was very hard to get my mother to talk during emotional situations, she was always quiet and would just mostly stare at you in silence. My mother was born in Philadelphia on October 3rd, 1966. Diane was the oldest of her four siblings, and if it’s as common as I think older siblings tend to have it harder than the others because they have to set examples, their looked up to as the protectors, and are just assigned a lot of responsibility at a young age.
As the breeze of potent smelly feet brushed my nose, I had remembered where I was. The luminous screen of my phone had absorbed me, as I was patiently waiting for my Second Mom, and her two 5 year old twins to arrive at Urban Air. Amanda became my Second Mom 4 years ago, due to her care for me just as she was my biological Mother. Finally, as what seemed to be decades, I noticed my family approaching me. Not knowing documents with vivid emergency questions had to be signed, it took another large amount of unnecessary time. We purchased the one hour tickets and received these neon green wristbands, being placed around our petite wrists. They were color coded to let the employee’s know our time is up and mandatory that we exit.
My mother lived in a small suburb in Ohio for nineteen years. She grew up in a very conservative home with a father and mother that have been married now for over fifty years. Her father was the breadwinner while her mother stayed at home to tend to the kids and the house. She has three sisters and one brother all whom still live in Ohio. An exciting part of her life is she has an identical twin sister, this allows her to always have a playmate. The family is very close knit. The women of the house were
Her mom remarried when my mom was young to a man with two daughters. My mom’s dad did not remarry until my mom moved out. He married a woman with one daughter and one son. My mom always had everything she needed growing up. My mom graduated high school and went on to get her bachelors degree in accounting.
As the youngest of five children she was often overlooked. The pride of the family often overrode the opportunity to receive health care, handouts and a decent chance to become something. My mother spent her childhood in a tiny house with her family and many relatives. She was never given the opportunities to excel in learning and life like my generation has. My grandfather was a carpenter and on that living fed many hungry mouths. But despite this already unfortunate lifestyle my mother maintained good grades and was on a path to overcoming her misfortune.
My mother has taught me early on that women can do anything men can do, but then again, she also never worked a day in her life. My father was always the strong hard working dad, he was a great example to my brother who is 2 years younger than me. My mother never really had a drive like the one I have in me, I strive for success for my four children and well she was always laid in bed demanding things from her bedside. What I remember about my childhood is how she would teach us how to clean and cook. My sisters and I would have to wake up every day before school just to clean the house and make breakfast, she taught us early on how to make tortillas, but the handmade ones because she would say that store bought were for lazy people.
Throughout my life, my family had a massive influence in my life. When I was a kid, I had an immeasurable obsession for automobiles because my dad was a mechanic. My dad worked at a mechanic garage called “Ultramar “that was located across the street from my apartment in Etobicoke, and every day after school, I would go to his garage and play with the mini model cars behind the cash register. I also remember when my dad came home from work and spoke to me about all the cars he fixed before I went to sleep. Another person who had an influence in my life was my mom. The reason why my mother had an influence in my life was because she was never lazy. She taught me how always be productive and finish a job when the task is given. Finally, the last person who had a tremendous influence in my life was my older cousin. My older cousin taught me the game of basketball, which ultimately changed my whole life. The way I treated my everyday life included basketball since the day he taught me it in the third grade. At home, I was always pretending to play basketball, and when I threw out my garbage I would always have to shoot it in the
One lady I spoke to came from a broken home, but her mother was a hard worker and provided the necessities for her family and was able to be a constant in her life, however this lady became an alcoholic just like her father was and he was rarely in the picture. She had many behavior problems that got her in trouble with various people like teachers, counselors and the law. This is different from my situation because my mother and step father did not work or provide the constant necessities or support needed to survive. I feel that I learned a lot just by watching the people around me and decided that I did not want to be like them. The next lady I spoke to had two working parents and was left to care for her siblings many times when a regular sitter was not available, so in turn she had to grow up in a hurry and not be able to enjoy her childhood normally. I have more in common with her because growing up at a rapid pace when you have no choice can cause regrets, relationship problems, detestation for other family members and a need to be more independent than one’s peers. Family dysfunction in any type of environment can cause mental and physical health issues that can stay with a person throughout their life time, but it is in how one thinks of themselves that gets them past the stigma that come along with being
As a child, I never could have imagined that this one person would change my life so much in just seventeen short years. Everyone has a hero or someone they look up to, my grandmother just so happens to be that person. Since the day I was born she has lived with me and my family, which qualifies her to be much more than an average grandma. She took care of me when my parents were unable to, taught me new things, and shaped me into the person I am today.
"Mom!" I screech. I rush around my room snatching random things and shoving them into my already over filled packing bag. I scan my room for anything else and see a picture of me and my mom on my 6th birthday. Im Sydney, I'm 14 years old. Ive been homeschooled my whole life, and tommorrow I was going to california to go to a weird kind of school. One where highschool kids live alone in dorms with a supervisor. Ill get to have friends! My mom never let me meet anyone. She wants to keep me from becoming "Like the world" She says. Im a dirty blonde with murky blue eyes. Im 5'3. Pretty short for my age. I heard a light 'tap tap tap' as my mom came up the stairs. She flopped a pillowcase on my bed as I grabbed the picture and put it safely into my packing bag.
She also was on the school board at my grade school, was politically active, and was active in our church. Seeing her stand up to error in public situations gave me the strength to do the same. Sadly, I had to fight error in my high school history class. I disputed my religion teacher's position concerning the civil rights movement (just one of many discussions we had that year). But without Mom's example, I would have been silent like the other kids.
Even before my first tear hits the ground, my mother is there to wipe it away. My mother feels my pain before I can even realize it. She understands my needs before I can even think of them. That’s why we call her a mother. My mother has been an extraordinary influence on my life and always will be. She’s the kind of mom who would always take time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids. My mother has always been a very strong role model to me, and growing up with someone like her to look up to has changed my life in many ways. She has helped me grow physically, intellectually, and considerately. She taught me to always love, care, and give back to the people I am grateful for.
Many people, as well as myself, believe that a mother’s influence is one of the most important influences that one will ever come in contact with in their lives. A mother’s love, comfort, and support will often help to shape a child and allow them to become the person they need to be later on in life. My mother has had a great influence on my life from day one. I often refer to her as my “rock” because she is definitely a solid foundation in my life. Being that she is a great role model, my mother’s support and presence in my life has allowed me to grow as a person, keep my spirits high through hell and high water, prosper in all that I have done, as well as mold me to be a great person in the future.
While in school, Mom didn’t have it to easy. Not only did she raise a daughter and take care of a husband, she had to deal with numerous setbacks. These included such things as my father suffering a heart attack and going on to have a triple by-pass, she herself went through an emergency surgery, which sat her a semester behind, and her father also suffered a heart attack. Mom not only dealt with these setbacks but she had the everyday task of things like cooking dinner, cleaning the house and raising a family. I don’t know how she managed it all, but somehow she did.
She was on her own during college, and paid for her own tuition for as long as she could. My mom is the hardest working person I know, and I am constantly amazed at what she accomplishes, even when she raised 3 kids. My brother, sister, and I didn’t have my mom there to cater to our every move. I know now that when my mom told me to do house chores before she took me to a friend’s house and I threw a fit, she was just trying to teach me how to be responsible and work for the things I wanted. Thus, learning the importance of determination and resilience from a working mom enabled the young girl I was to grow up and see the value of hard work and as a result I want to mirror my mom’s worth