The universe is brimming with scintillating colors, places, faces and beautiful things and my mother is one of them. When I was younger, my imagination seemed weird to a lot of people because I could say things like “I want to be like my mother in my next life”. My mom is a disciplinarian, she is the epitome of love and fun. She happens to be the person I admire the most in the entire world.
When she woke me up on that unforgettable Monday morning, it was my first day in my new school. I was ten years old at the time. My mom sat beside me and paid careful attention as I voiced my fears and uncertainties about my new school and the kind of friends and teachers I was going to encounter. But, after I was done talking, she quietly smiled, placed her right hand on my left shoulders and smiled. She began to encourage me, she motivated me and promised me that everything would be alright. She said all these words with a kind smile, and somehow they worked magic because she just elevated my spirit and seamlessly took my worries away. She took me to school and left me feeling so confident in myself. I have seen her handle situations effortlessly with just a simple smile. She is hardly angry and this makes her even more attractive. My dad on the other hand rarely smiles, so I think my mom’s beautiful smile compliments him. To see my mother smile is a blessing, it is a gift that I am always grateful to God for. Her smile lights up my day, every day. And her smile just happens to be the most beautiful thing in the world amidst the pain, anger and frustration that sometimes irks my daily life. Words cannot describe how much she means to me and my entire family.
My beautiful mother, stands six feet on her tall cute legs, her hazel eyes make i...
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... and emotional at the same time, my illness changed my mother’s plans for visiting Africa. All her attention was transferred to me, she never left my side until I made the recovery necessary to allow the doctors to recommend me to be transferred to another hospital. I lost five ponds in two four weeks due to that illness. My mom, bought a ticket for us and flew me back home immediately the doctor told her we needed to stay for four days. This singular act of love and care, that she showed me during that moment of a life threatening sickness, uncovered a lot about her disposition and values, I had never seen prior to that time. She is an ordinary woman, but she has done extraordinary things that even made me wonder at her strengths and capabilities. She inspires everybody she comes in contact with. You just can’t remain the same after meeting my wonderful mother.
I, of course, knew my mother as a mother. As I have reached adulthood and become a mother myself, I have also known her as a friend. My mom shared much of herself with me, and I saw sides of my mother as she struggled with her cancer that I had never seen before, especially her strong belief in positive thinking and the importance of quality of life. I was privileged to know so many facets of my mother, but certainly I did not know all. There were parts of her life that I didn’t see, relationships that I didn’t know about. Last night, at the wake, so many stories were told to me about my mom’s strength, courage, humor, kindness, her quietness, her loyalty as a friend. It was so special to hear of these things that my mom said and did, to know some of these other parts of her life. I hope that her friends and family will continue to share these stories with me and with each other so we can continue to know and remember my mom.
When I wake up in the morning and see my mother, I find every characteristic of a perfect woman in her. She is a strong willed, confident, and attractive woman. She has wavy, black hair and dark brown eyes. Her face has a slightly rectangular oval, which makes her look both gentle and strong. She has high, arching eyebrows and a slightly turned up nose. Her chin is smooth and luminous. She is not tall, about five feet, but she is slim and graceful.
You came into my life and changed me forever. Over the years people have complimented me for being a good mother but I can't take credit for that. You were born good and you were the one who was often teaching me. I believe you are an angel God sent to teach me. You taught me love. You taught me honesty. You taught me how to forgive and how to be strong. You are the strongest person I have ever known and you gave me strength when I was weak. When times were sad and tough I looked to you for strength. You taught me how to be myself. Most of all you taught me about life and how to live.
I am grateful that my mom cares so much about my education and my future. I am glad I have her supporting me by my side every day like I supported her. It is a great feeling. I knew not to give up on her because she knew not to give up on me when times were getting tough. I absolutely love talking about my future in teaching with my mother because she tries so hard to help me start my career.
I didn’t see my Mom very often, for she repeatedly worked from 5 AM to 8 PM to provide income for us. I specifically remember the days when my mother would come back home exhausted with relentless stomach pains, but yet she still puts a smile on her face and does the best she can to support me and provide me with the education that I need for a successful life. She works so hard to put food on the table and a roof over our
My mother is constantly motiving my brothers, my dad, and I to strive for more because anything is possible if we set our mind to it. Even though my mother works, she still makes time for my brothers and I. For instance, once she is home from work she still cleans the house and cooks for everyone. My mother is the ones always assuring that all her family is emotionally and physically stable. Without my mother nothing would be the same because I would be emotionally divested.
During this trip, I had the opportunity to meet my foster mother which was absolutely amazing. Even though it had been over thirteen years since I had last seen her, I could feel a connection between the two of us. I also went to a mother’s home where mothers in waiting stayed. I got to play with little babies and they made my heart melt and reach out to
Who is the most significant person in my life? Well, that is easy enough to answer. However, there is not just one significant person that is in my life. My mother and father are the most important people in my life. I couldn 't possibly just pick one of them to write about because they both mean so much to me, and there is so much to tell about the two of them. From cuts and bruises all the way up to the major stuff, such a broken heart, they have always been there to patch me up, and repair the broken heart. They are my shoulder to cry on, and my motivation when I feel like I can’t handle life. I would definitely not be the person I am today without the two of them. I’d consider myself lucky to be half the person that they are.
She was so incredibly proud of her baby. Then my mom got sick. She had brain cancer. An unbelievably painful, slow deaths.
Also, she has always been a good friend to me and I will never stop thanking my mother for what she represents in my life. Moreover, I am glad that my mother is my role model because without her in that place I don’t know for sure if the person I would have followed would be as good as she is in fulfilling this task. A good role model is what everyone should have
Throughout my Mom's life she proved over and over again that she could combat adversity and make rose gardens out of pot holes. My Mom had my sister and I both by the time she was eighteen years old. Even with two kids and a job she was able to stay in school and get her high school diploma. Several years later, with a family and fulltime job she was still able to get her bachelors degree. It was many years later before I realized how hard she worked to be a single parent and keep my sister and I clothed, fed, educated and virtually unaware of the stresses of single-parent life. We never knew that there wasn't a money fairy that just provided whatever was needed pay for things. When I finally looked back on those days I remember my Mom working two jobs virtually every day of the week to get my sister and I into the school we wanted to attend, keep a roof over our heads, food on the table, and dressed in the current fashions of the day.
...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.
My mother was not only worry and take care of me, she always by my side when I need her help. I felt sad, my mother always by my side to talk and to console. While I am glad, my mother is always been there to share and listen to me. When I failed to do something, my mother who was gave me advices. She has always supported me in all my choices. She tried to make me strong people with independent minds. I looks to her in hopes that someday I will be as happy, as strong and as well as
My Mother - The Greatest Inspiration in My Life When asked who their hero is, most people respond with the name of an athlete or an actress/actor. When asked who my hero is, I would have to respond with a simple three letter word: mom. My mother has been the greatest inspiration in my life and is the main reason that I am where I am and who I am today. Born and raised in Richmond, Kentucky, I would like to introduce you to my mother, Vicki Grant. Currently the age of 47, Mom is the oldest of three girls.
...; I like to believe that I've accepted my self-induced isolation from her with grace, but I must admit that I do hold the hope of bridging the gap between my mother and I. I also hold the hope of amending myself for all the times I've knowingly and purposefully hurt her. Although she is not a god, as I originally assumed, she is a good woman. She has raised me, sheltered me, and loved me for over seventeen years without asking for more than casual chores in return. I believe that the greatest compliment I could ever give my mother is to grow up to be exactly what she wants me to be. I want to make her happy. My gift to her will be my success in life, so that when she's old and gray, and she's knitting me a hideous sweater in her creaky rocking chair, she can sigh, and mumble to herself, "Wow, it was worth it."