One was enough, but two? That was a little too much if you asked her years ago. Now it wasn’t enough. Every mother has an unconditional love towards her children no matter the circumstances. It would seem I was just a baby yesterday, but I was out of the house and moved out. The time between me beginning school and starting college a lot of things happened. Especially with me, I was a troubling child. Conflicts, life-changing events, and also happiness were experienced with my time as a child at home. The best and worst of times. My mother was born in Utica, New York to the two best parents around. A similar story to mine was beginning to unravel with her siblings running wild. The brother, Rick, was a punk rock guy who was “too cool” for his sisters. Long story short, Rick is my timid uncle with two adopted children. Karen must 've been too much …show more content…
The, I don’t know what to tell you one; I did know what to tell her. I should 've told her that I wanted attention. Being a funny kid and being driven by people’s humor made my life pretty funny. When times turned serious I lacked the ability to turn with them. This created a big burden in my family’s life. I’ve never had anyone give me more chances than my mother. If you were to ask her now she wouldn’t regret a thing. Part of me becoming who I am today is because of her tenacious attitude. Motherly love revolved around me all my life. Having my mom care and love me everyday for eighteen years was terrific. There was one thing that put an end to that, college. College was something I had no plans on. Pursuing school for another four years was the least of my worries because I wasn’t going! Life in Ohio was perfect enough to reside in with family at my fingertips. The love that was provided all my life really showed when I left home. Accepting her child would be gone for years wasn’t easy. For her it was a tough ordeal, but for me it was a new journey in beginning my own
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.
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.
“In my mind, they seemed happy together, in the bantering, ironic manner of sitcom couples, and their arguments seemed full of comedy, as if a laugh track might ring out after their best put-down lines.” (p.54). It’s all a part of an elaborate fantasy he’s created in order to ignore reality. There are also times in the story where the Narrator’s doesn't comprehend the situation--at one point he describes his mother’s drunkenness, “She looked sad, and for a moment lost her balance slightly as she reached down to run a palm across my cheek” (p.59-60). Whether his lack of comprehension is because of his youth, or intentional is unknown. His relationship with his brother is also indicative of a troubled youth. In the imaginary city, the Narrator’s brother is his “nemesis”. Normally this wouldn’t be an issue--there’s nothing strange about sibling rivalry, however, in this case the Narrator never really grows out of it. He doesn’t actively hate his brother, but he does seem to carry a certain amount of disdain for him. When describing how their family went in
When I was born, my mother breast fed me for two weeks, I stayed in the hospital room with her instead of going to the nursery, and she was home with me for the first five years of my life. My father worked and my mother tended to the home, with the help of her mother and grandmother. I ate Gerber baby jarred food and my mother read to me every night. My family did not adhere to many other cultural norms however. It was culturally expected that a husband and wife would have a home, with stable jobs and an established relationship before having children. My father was eight years my mother’s senior, and my mother was only 18 when I was born. My mother never earned her high school diploma. My parents were married the month before I was born. My father worked in construction and had a criminal record. Every single one of these descriptions violates the cultural norms of where I grew up in North Carolina. Although my story starts to sound a lot like a Lifetime movie, my mother defied all odds to provide a safe and secure haven for me. “When they sense that a parent is consistent and dependable, they develop a sense of basic trust in the parent” (Crain, 283). I could rely on my parents and trust that they would be there to take care of me which lead to my development of “the core ego strength of this period: hope” which emerges from the child developing a favorable balance of trust over mistrust. “Hope is the expectation that despite frustrations, rages, and disappointments, good things will happen in the future” (Crain, 285). My mother is the living embodiment of that sentiment. As early as I can remember, I can remember her insistence that as long as we were together, we were
(mother has no name). Brothers Are the Same the story isn't really what you'd think it would be.
I was raised by my mother and grandmother. They kept my head leveled and taught me that working hard leads to success. I loved them, and they were my role models. I grew up in a middle class family with strong women. I learned independence, and the strong will to never give up. It was the summer of 2005 when my mother re-married, and I was in the eighth grade. My mother was happy because she found the conclusion to her life: a husband. I was ecstatic because I finally had a daddy! My hopes, wishes, and dreams had come true. I felt that God answered my prayers. I loved having a father figure, although I had certain doubts. My uncertainty came from the way he looked at me. He looked at me the way men crave women. However, I concealed my unclear feelings because I did not want to ruin the current circumstances. Unfortunately, all of my suspicions were true.
Therefore, I decided to attend UC Davis, which was seven hours away from my home. When I arrived at UC Davis, I noticed her depression started to worsen. Making it hard for me, but yet simple. She is my mom. I could not help to think I was to blame. I thought to myself, "What am I doing here? My mom needs me." I, then realized that she held it together because I was physically there to support her. I was her rock, but I was also seven hours away. Still, I did everything I could to help her. Calling her everyday was a part of my daily routine, as well as taking the bus home at least twice a month. Balancing school and family took a huge toll on me my freshman year, but I grew so much from
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.
In life, many things can be taken for granted - especially the things that mean the most to you. You just might not realize it until you've lost it all. As I walk down the road finishing up my teenage days, I slowly have been finding a better understanding of my mother. The kind of bond that mothers and daughters have is beyond hard to describe. It's probably the biggest rollercoaster ride of emotions that I'll ever have the chance to live through in my lifetime. But, for those of us who are lucky enough to survive the ride in one piece, it's an amazing learning experience that will influence your entire future.
I believe the strongest relationship between any two humans is a mother and her child. Recently, I’ve taken note of what all it takes to be a mother. I know I will never fully understand until I become one (if I do). However, I am much appreciative of motherhood now. Thank you for all of your sacrifices.
My experience with motherhood has been a roller-coaster, full of good and bad memories, but when I look into those big brown eyes the rest of the world doesn’t matter. From finding out to raising a toddler, I have never been so sure of anything my entire life, I wouldn’t want to be anything other than her mother. Becoming a parent is one of the best things that ever happened to my life. An experience I’ll never
The death of my father really affected my mother. I would think about her sitting alone all year round in the big, empty house that I grew up in. I moved out not long after my father died. I packed my bags and took a road trip to Illinois. I lived alone there for many years. During this time I was unhappy and lonely. I wanted to find a wife and start a
It wasn’t a specific day or date that I can remember, but more or less a time period that I spent a majority of my time “thinking my life out”. It was during my freshman year of college, I was going through a major transition. Moving away from home, not just to school, but across the entire country from Virginia to California. I was facing the reality that actions I took then could drastically impact the rest of my life. I spent a lot of time trying to picture my future, trying to figure out what was going to happen to me in the future. Where was I going to be? What was I going to be doing? Was I going to end up marrying my boyfriend, Matt? Would I be happy? Was I going to be a Mother? Would I be successful? I wanted to know it all. I tried to evaluate everything, like my reasons for coming out to USF, was ROTC right for me, could I do it? There were weeks when I questioned everything I did. I rethought all aspects of every dimension of my life. I contemplated each of my decisions that could possible determine things in my life’s path. I was looking for the meaning for everything I did everything, I chose and the reason why God had put me where I was. I got very agitated with myself and frustrated because deep down I knew that God was in charge of what was to happen to me. I knew that He would take care of me, and He would put me where He wanted me to be. In all honesty, I believe this was when I realized that it was time to allow God to take over, no more of this “questioning” my destiny or meaning of my life. I allowed God to take over, completely and I handed him back his job- my future and my life. I would have to say that at this same time I was also going through a stage of unpredictability and in...
make a choice between the love of your life and going to a football game, a
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.