As my dad introduced me to her for the first time I just remember being excited to have a new "mom" but over the years our relationship went through a roller coaster of, mostly bad, emotions. Working through those times has played a big role in who i am and how I see the world and people.
I had many personal experiences throughout my life but finding out I was pregnant was one I will remember and it changed my life. Being pregnant at a young age can be difficult to go through because at that age you don’t have the experience on how to take care of a baby and you would need help from a family member. It can be hard in many ways which is financially or mentally. You have a choice which is whether deciding to not give birth to the baby or giving up the baby to a family that wants a child. I decided to keep the baby because I wouldn’t want to kill an innocent human being and I know if I didn’t decide to keep him I would regret it later on.
Something I’ve always dreamed about, but I quickly learned there wasn’t a lot to look forward to. The days were too long but yet the year passed by quickly. Trying to figure out what crowd to fall into was the worst part. Making this decision would be a tough one.
I fall hard on the tile floor. My head smacked against a locker. Someone kicked my foot from behind. This is how a typical day goes for me. “Loser,” a whispered breath passed my ear as I headed to Gym. Dreading gym class, just another place girls always have something to say to me. Getting changed is the most uncomfortable thing, their piercing looks covered every flaw of my body. The cellulose on my thighs reminds me every time of the Doritos I eat, late in the night when I can’t sleep. The more than occasional zit that was impossible to eradicate. the puffy redness of my eyes when i wake up seems to linger throughout the morning, with the indication from everybody that was thinking i was high, yet i didn't even know how to ” take” pot. The fact that i didn't dress in tight “hoochie mamma” outfits meant i wasn't in style and couldn't be in the cool group just because i wanted to just be comfortable. Often i’d wear sweatpants and a t-shirt.
My third intervention aimed at getting tangible experience that would demonstrate my ability to undertake new endeavors and to succeed (James E. Maddux, 2002). Targeting self-efficacy in general, I decided to start practicing guitar in the hope that my performance in this domain would help increase my performance in other domains, mainly in the academic domain.
The World Behind This Girl
August is a great month in Tennessee. The weather is warm, and the days are beautiful. Tamara Martin-Payne, my mom, was in her eighth month of pregnancy and my grandfather George was in remission. My mother and grandfather were very excited about my introduction to the world, and they took a trip to the mall the Monday before Labor Day to find the perfect home coming dress for me. This was my mother’s first baby, though she had two stepchildren named Henderson and Ashley Payne.
As a kid I knew there was something wrong with me. I had encountered other shy children but none more reserved than me. I exceeded the allowed cautiousness and was borderline fearful of meeting new people or traveling to new places. Throughout my years I became smarter but stayed afraid, growing more worrisome than my peers. It became apparent to everyone that I was different but no one tried to alleviate my worries, instead they came to accept this as a personality flaw. I however knew better and sought out an explanation.
ery few weeks my daughter and I stand back-to-back in the kitchen, socks off, our bare feet cooling on the tiled floor, and we measure up. I can feel her body elongate itself against mine, squaring pre-teen shoulders on my sloping ones, our bottoms taut with tension. We look like a totem pole – bodies melded together, stony faces pointing outward, chins up and arms pressed against our sides. My husband circles us, bending his knees to get all the angles and squinting like a surveyor. ‘Not quite there yet,’ he says. ‘There’s about two inches in it.’ Later he confesses to being spooked. ‘Looking at the two of you is like witnessing time travel,’ he tells me.
My mother is a very particular person, which is why she would often get into arguments with my grandmother when she left me with her as a toddler. You see, my grandmother would leave me in my crib with a stack of board books and oatmeal cookies. By the end of the day, my crib was full of books and cookie crumbs, waiting for my mom to clean up yet again. I spent hours of my life gawking over pastel colored books before I even understood what they were and how to read them, so you can imagine that as soon as I learned to read, my love for books intensified.
The enviornment i was raised in was a very nice and loving home. Before i moved in with my Aunt and Uncle which i call them my " mom and dad." My biological mother and farther were on drugs and they never took care of me so i lived with them for a little while and i was abused and etc. But i soon moved into my aunt and uncle house when i was ten years old. Ever since i lived them they have been the best parents ever i coudln't trade them for anything in this world. They did nothing but spoil me and just show me how any kids would want the attention from their parents. I hear nothing but stories about me from their coworkers its awesome. My mom is such an amazing women she made me who i am today, I couldn't ask for anyone better. I know i give her a little bit of drama everynow and then but that is