Have you ever had a person whom was such an inspiration to you? That person for me was my mother. My mother is the most authoritative figure in my life. Not only did she teach me how to use a spoon and shovel food into my mouth, but she is the reason I became the person I am today. There are times when a mother and her daughter don’t always agree, but with disagreements and difficult situations; makes a stronger relationship. She has sacrificed so much in her life to better her family 's. If my mother never came to the United States, my life would have been different. Reminiscing of my younger days, my mother had taught me my numbers before starting kindergarten. I couldn’t remember how to pronounce the number fifty and I kept saying, “five-ty.” When I started kindergarten, I kept forgetting the right …show more content…
Drugs got me into a lot of trouble at school. I had a surgery during my sophomore year for scoliosis and after it, I was not the same. My drug addiction kicked in when I was prescribed Vicodin. My mother never knew the status of my addiction. Drugs was an escape from my reality, it helped me cope with my lifestyle and how my parents were treating me. During my junior year, that’s when everything changed. Eventually, my rebellion caught up with me at school. I was sent to a different school because of my life choices. I ended up attending three schools that year. The second school I attended was Yosemite high school. Yosemite high school was an alternative school when compared to Buhach Colony high school. I didn’t really care much about what I was doing in life anymore. My life at home was crumbling apart. As I got older my relationship drifted even further with my mother because I was rebelling against her. By the time I knew it, I was sent to another school. That school was Merced Valley high
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.
The greatest woman I’ve ever known always told me that education was important…and she was right. I came from a small town in the suburbs of St. Louis, Missouri prior to becoming a teenager. At the time, education was abundant in St. Ann, where I lived. I attended a decent elementary school and made good grades, despite mathematics not being my cup of tea. I have
I was thirteen when my mom was diagnosed with depression. She never told me why she fell victim, but I always knew it was because my dad was a heavy drinker. My mom fell in and out of her depression periodically and I was always there for her as she had always been there for me. My environment growing up was not the best, but it is what molded the determined, focused, and motivated person I am now.
Anne (my mother) died at 2:30 am on Monday, July 31, 2017. She would have turned 98 on 9/11/17.
He was shaking. It was from the cold in his body or the pain I couldn’t tell. Mom was trying to act calm but her eyes said otherwise, She was terrified. Scientists say our brains repress or forget traumatic memories. Parts of this I forget. My Mom took him to Medstar Hospital, and she left us in the house. She said it was too late for us to go out and for us to go to sleep. We couldn’t sleep, so we worried.
I still remember that day mom. The day that you died. It was August 29, 2010, around 10 PM. The sky was plastered with clouds, it was pouring and the sky was like a night club. Flashing lights everywhere and the sound of thunder resonated throughout the surrounding area. During this time, my mom and I were on our way back from the police station after I shoplifted at a nearby convenience store. Luckily they let me off with a warning since my mom had my back and since I was still a juvenile. Just because they let me off with a warning, didn't mean that I was scot-free from my mom's scolding. From the police station all the way to the car, all I could hear was my mom's constant nagging about how I shouldn't shoplift and how I won't be let off the hook so easily when I'm 18 or older.
I will always remember what my mom told me before she died. I was 16 and staying with my grandma because my dad stayed at the hospital with my mom. My mom had Leukemia and was getting chemotherapy for about 4 months. The chemo was working and she was getting so much better until one day it just stopped. She was doing the same thing she did everyday, laying in bed, when the doctors rushed in, took some tests and came to the conclusion that the chemo wasn’t working. There was absolutely nothing we could’ve done so she stopped taking it. She was rapidly getting worse and worse until the doctor’s gave us a couple weeks until she would be gone. That was the worst thing that I could ever hear. I couldn’t believe that my mom wasn’t going to be in my life anymore. She was the person that gave me everything that I could ever want and taught me everything that I would ever need to know. I just couldn’t believe that I was going to lose her.
Before my mother was going to have me she was pregnant before. Unfortunately she miscarried when she was about five months. Because she miscarried her pregnancy with me was harder that my younger sisters. I’ve been told that I moved around a lot that it caused me mother not to be ale to work. About two or three months before I was to be born my mom hit some complications and she ended up having to have topper, that’s how she explains it, meaning that they had to put something in she wouldn’t miscarry me. They were of fluid based and I apparently sucked it in and I was a little bigger when I was born because of it. I was born on September 16, 1995 and 8:45 pm in Fairfax, VA. My parents had to be flown to the hospital because where they first
So there I was enjoying a beautiful afternoon filled with warm air, the smell of the grill and all my family sitting around the table with me. It is such a treat when we can all get together for dinner. We are all so busy with our own lives that it is a challenge to have us all come together. My sisters both with newborn babies and I with my son who is 6. On this specific occasion it was me, my two sisters, both their husbands, my mother and stepfather who were in attendance. My mother tries relentlessly to make us all be in the same place at the same time. And on days like that day she succeeds. One of my favorite things to do when we all get together is to poke fun at my little sister. Yes no matter how old you are you never outgrow the need to give your little brother or
"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.
All the middle aged girls (18-35) were put to the right, and the old and young ones were out to the left. Every single girl in front of me that said they were sixteen or younger were all put to the left. My mother in front of me the solider asks her age. She tells him with her voice cracking, "Thirty-two." She is put to the right. "No." I thought to myself. We are going to be separated. It's my turn and he asks me my age. I tell him confidently, "Sixteen." He stares at me. He puts me to the right. Why me? What was wrong with all the other sixteen year olds? I couldn't tell you. I was just filled with joy to not be separated from my mother. We get into the camp and we're assigned beds. My mother and I shared a bed on the top bunk. We were all given a piece of bread and a small cup of water, and told
Becoming a mother has been the best part of my life. I became a mother at a very young age. I had no idea what to expect and was not in the least prepared for the journey that lie ahead. I have truly embraced motherhood and enjoy all the wonderful things it has taught me. While living through motherhood, I have found that it can teach you the most valuable lessons there are to learn. Being a mother has taught me how to have patience. I have also learned that being a mother takes a lot on mental and physical strength. My children have been the best to teach me how to juggle many tasks at once. They have made me strong. Even through some unexpected turns, I have learned how to get through hard times and really learn what it means to never give up. My children are my biggest blessing, and I hope they will learn valuable lessons through me. The skills I have learned from being a mother have helped me in my college journey.
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
To begin with, I would like to describe my mom’s ambition. She wakes up every morning with the positive attitude, and a smile on her face. She is always searching for ways to improve her persona, and live a happier life. About five years ago my mother, my sister and I moved from Ukraine here to the United States. The first year in the United States was tough for us because we did not know English, however, we all worked hard and today we speak English fairly well. Since we moved from Ukraine, my mom has worked really hard to give my sister and I the lifestyle we have. My mom’s ambition to succeed in life has allowed her to grow into a wonderful person full of kindness and knowledge. Ambition is a great virtue to have, and that is one reason why my mother is my role model. My mother is a hard worker, she never...
My mother is somebody who often irks me. As much as this is true, her role as my mother is to make my lunch, buy me new clothes every so often, do my laundry, feed me dinner, and make sure I am safe at all times. In return, she has expectations of me. I find that these expectations are what cause me to feel that my mother is on my nerves. They include not getting below a ‘B’ on a test, being home by curfew, making sure I text her what I am doing while I am out with friends, and not going out somewhere where she does not feel comfortable with me going.