A Mother is someone that loves you unconditionally. Someone that is with you from day one. They raise us and make us into the person we are today. They always know best for us. My mother was always there for me and was the greatest Mother ever, or so I thought. Everything I assumed and was raised up to believe of her was about to change. Believe her, or believe everything my family saw her for? Who do I believe, if anyone at all? It all started when my mother and Father divorced when I was six. Each of them was trying to gain custody of my two brothers and me. Being at such a young age, we didn’t actually know what was going on. My father remarried as well as my mother. My mom would divorce and remarry my step dad over and over. …show more content…
She would lie and manipulate everyone around her and make them feel sorry for her. She took advantage and lied to make me stay and help her. I knew I couldn’t trust anything my mother was saying anymore. I finally saw the real woman she was when we were living together. I had rented a house to help her acquire her section 8 housing. She stopped paying rent and forced me to work full time to pay for everything. After trying to help her and telling her she needed to pay rent, she became this completely different person. She turned on the one son that was there for her all of these years, the one that helped her through everything. I knew what I had to do. I ended up kicking her out and she moved back in with my step dad. I haven’t talked to her since that day. To this day, I still don’t know which to believe. Was my grandpa the great man that I saw him as growing up, or was he the abuser and rapist that my mother had made him out to be? All I know is, I am better off not hearing about it from my mother anymore. She may have been telling the truth, but all of the lies and deceit that she told makes me not want to believe anything she has to say. It makes me not want to trust anyone and just believe in myself only. I have become a man that has problems trusting people, even the ones that were closest to
Women who wanted to play a more active role could serve as nurses. This poster showed nursing as the natural extension of motherhood. A Red Cross nurse, “our greatest mother,” shelters a young girl from the war raging in the background. “Our Greatest Mother,” play an active role as nurses during the war.
Throughout the years my mother has always been there for me and has been the one true positive factor in my life. She left my father with a 7 year old and two 3 year old children making $4.75 an hour at Walgreen’s. She has always defended me and helped me do many things I would not have been able to do without her help. Her love and devotion has fought many battles against my father and schools that did not care about the student but only test scores. It hasn’t always been easy and many years were spent with sometimes just enough money to eat, but through it all she has been a strong beacon of hope.
This led to a big fight between her and my dad where he attempted to beat for attempting to do something so disrespectful to him and I stepped in. I was 14 at the time and almost as tall as him and when he attempted to push and beat me around the way he did to my mom almost every weekend because he knew we wouldn’t call the cops on him. We lost that power because my mom did not how she’d provide for us without the little help he provided by paying the mortgage and would not put a restraining order on him and divorce him. She wouldn’t have gotten child support from him because at the time he was unemployed and although he had a shipping business from Miami to Haiti it did not make enough that he had to register it as a true business venue. To go back on track I resisted and put up a fight and when he realized that if we continued he would lose he called the police officers on me and tried to get me sent to juvenile detention that did not only failed to work, he was also told that he had to find another place for his kids and if he took this to court my mom would him on account of more numbers and proof that she could pay the
She does not sugar coat her words to spare your feelings. She tells it like it is. A no nonsense mother who I know loves me very much because she would tell me every day when I was little. There are so many things that my mom taught me, but the one thing she didn 't teach me I learned by watching her. When I was about 4 years old, we went to live in Egypt for 2 years. My mother was from Somerset Ohio and my father from Cairo Egypt. My mom did not know one word of Arabic when we arrived. She slowly taught herself the language by immersing herself in the culture. She was a brave woman in a foreign land and she was someone to look up to. When we got back to the states my mom continued her work as a teacher. She slowly put herself back through school and eventually became a principle. She would always tell me that if I had something I wanted to do, I should never procrastinate or make excuses but just do what needed to be done. After my father passed away, she kept the family together and kept us from crumbling. She is truly a wonderful woman and she happens to be the best example I know of what a strong woman looks
She had two daughters; both were older than I was. My stepmom never thought of my brother and I as equals when her children were involved. Her children were always placed above us. One of her daughters, Dayna, was only a couple years older than me, so I tried getting along with her. One day I was playing cards with her in her room. When her mom saw me she told me to get out of Dayna’s room for no reason.
She’s one of those old souls stuck in the fifty’s and refuses to see the 21st century. She is a good mother, it 's only when it came to me she lacked. I met my mother when I was four. She adopted my little sis and me. Through my younger age I hated her I absolutely hated her and she failed to understand why or explain to me so I could understand whom the lady was that I was staying with. Where my real mother was. She failed to help me see what was going on and with me only being four I thought she kidnapped me and I hated her. As I grew up I learned precisely what was going on and I no longer had a heart for her it dwindled down to more of a dislike. I understood why was with her, but I expended most of my early youth wondering why did this have to happen to me. And why did I have to be with her. My mother wasn’t a bad mother she only lacked the nurturing a love I needed. She held my early years against me and we’ve been stepping on thin ice ever
This is something that occurred over ten years ago but it still plagues me to this day. One moment I thought that we had a perfect family unit. Everyone was happy and everyone got along great. Then, the next thing I knew, my parents were in court everyday trying to get custody of my older sister and myself. This left me hurt and confused. The worst part was after the divorce was over. My father got custody of us- which I preferred because it meant I didn’t have to move away and I didn’t have to live with my mother’s new boyfriend (her boyfriend while she was married). My mother got visitation rights two days of the week and every Sunday. So, instead of seeing my mother everyday when she would come home from work and having her tuck me in at
As the contractions began to grip my stomach, I realized that my life would forever be changed. Knowing the old me had to die in order for me to become a new me. After being abandon at the age of five, I grew up feeling lonely and unloved. I was filled with so much anger, malice, hurt and unforgiveness that I held against others. I didn’t have the luxury of living in a stable environment, because growing up I was always living from home to home. I had no intentions to strive for better, I had begun to allow my upbringing to be my excuse. Years of disappointment resulted in me caring less in others desire. I couldn’t love anyone because love was never shown to me, but
I can admit it, I was afraid. Days would pass and my heart and conscience would not allow me to face my reasons for being afraid. I didn’t understand how I could first hand witness my mother being abused and allow it to happen to me. All my life I said to myself, “I will never let any man place his hands on me! And if he did I would leave him in an instant!” But that’s easier said than done. The worst part about my situation was that my mother always suspected it. It was like she knew every time it happened. I would break down and cry to myself, but I would never talk about it. It all started with his being jealous. He started to be controlling, and I let him. I would say to myself, “I should’ve done this; I should’ve done that.” The first thing that I should’ve done was put my foot down when I saw things going bad.
It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari Jenson. I knew I would probably put the project off until the very end and do it the weekend before even though it would get on my mom’s nerves. Putting work off was just how I did everything, it worked for me. When I arrived home from school that day, I told mom about the project. I told her I would most likely write it about her and she was overjoyed.
I see her as a failure because of the life she has lived, she has struggled to get by since as long as I can remember and she still is to this day. She has no assets and probably doesn’t have a job as of now. My brother’s and I see her as the wrong type of parent, but I see her as a role model because she always found a way to get food for my younger brother and me, she always found a way to have a roof over my head, she always tried to provide even if she wasn’t doing the best job. My brother on the other hand is my role model, I want to be like him someday or at least be successful as him. He busted his tail to be where he is today and without him, I probably wouldn’t be here writing this essay right now. He is a great parent, he may struggle a little here and there but its more so because of the correct decisions he has made such as buying a house, buying a new truck, having kids, buying stocks and stuff like that. He is one of the strongest people I know as well as one of the most responsible and smartest people I know. While my mom may lack the role of being responsible she is strong and tried her best while raising
...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.
...; 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."
At the age of 11, my parents decided to reunite, and this became my lifelong struggle with trust, mistrust and development of strength and courage to achieve my dreams and goals in life. My mother continued to work long, hard hours while my father golfed, gambled and drank, to what most people would consider “the extreme”. During my school years, I ran our household while my mom worked. I made sure the house was clean and dinner was always on the table for my father, which left no time for a social life. My dad was abusive towards my mom and I would feel helpless as I listened from my room to him physically and mentally abusing her. After many years of not having the courage to help her, I finally at the age of 16 gave her an ultimatum. Either she leaves the abusive relationship or I would leave, so I would not have to endear the pain of it any longer.
All in all, my mother has had a great impact on my life. She encourages me to always grow and blossom into a better person each day of my life. No matter what happens in life, she has taught me to have faith and keep a smile on my face because better days will come. She’s been supportive and makes sure that I continue to prosper. Also, she has helped mold me into the young adult I am today and the success adult that I am sure to be in my future. My mother has greatly affected my life and for that she is greatly