Introduction Being a mom is something you’re supposed to be when you have already lived, but I didn’t get that option. My self-concept changed when I became a “mom” to my little sister at age seven. I had to make all her meals, protect her from harm, and was an all-around mother for thought and affection. Description I was spending the weekend with my step aunt when my self-concept changed forever. My little sister was using the bathroom when I heard a cry and my step aunt and I went to see what was wrong. She said “it hurts when I pee!” my aunt asked her if she had fallen on her girl area and she said no. My aunt asked her if it had hurt earlier in the day when she used thee bathroom and she said yes. My aunt asked her if my mom’s boyfriend had ever hurt her anywhere on her body and she said yes. She told her how he had hit her when she was bad and when last weekend I was gone he had “tried to put his peepee in her peepee.” When I heard that I started to cry and told my aunt how he had been doing those things and more to me but I never thought he would do them to her. My aunt had a facial expression of “don’t worry I’m going to take care of this”, and she called my step grandma right away and told her what we said. They then picked up my mother and took us all to the hospital to get checked out. The doctor told her with great sympathy that there was no penetration on my sister but that there was some evidence of sexual abuse on both of us. I could see from my mother’s facial expressions that she had the whole time that she didn’t want to hear what the doctor was saying and there was going to be no sympathy from her what so ever. My mother from that moment on disowned me and told me I was lying and to tell the truth. I told her th... ... middle of paper ... ... I was touched inappropriately. Then maybe my sister would never have had to go through what she did at such a young age. I would leave the mother part of me the same because it brought me and my sister closer that we were before in our early life. I would not trade anything for it. Conclusion Because of what happened and the events that followed I ended up a mom at a young age. Looking back and knowing what I know now I feel that if I look back I see a lot of reflected appraisal in me. Because I my sister saw me as her main role model and mom I took the role on with determination. I would never wish this upon anyone in my life. The way we raised ourselves was the way we learned to adapt to our new situation with a mother who didn’t care about her children. We made it all work from school events to “booboos” I think we had it better than most because I made it so.
Betrayal at Age Seven One incident in my life was so traumatic and disturbing that it haunts me to this day. I have not censored anything that I recall about this episode so reader discretion is advised. I have lived a very soap opera-like life. I have survived nearly every experience that is capable of destroying families. The main obstacle that I had to overcome, though, occurred when I was seven years old. I had come back from church with my aunt and uncle at about 11:00 p.m. Being tired, I brushed my teeth and went straight to bed. I woke up about two hours later and had to go to the bathroom. As I opened the door and started down the hall, I looked into the kitchen. To my surprise, I found my mother with her shirt unbuttoned and her breasts in a man’s mouth. It was even more traumatic to realize that the man who she was straddling was not my father. He was my uncle Jason, my father’s brother and best friend. This whole incident is blurred because I have tried to block it out of memory for such a long time now. I recall that I quietly turned around and went back to bed. I must have cried for hours that night, helplessly crying myself to sleep. My mother must have heard me because she came in to see what was the matter. I told her what I saw and asked her why, why she was doing that with my uncle. I’m not sure what she said, but I remember her telling me that it would never happen again. It was already too late--my childhood life was destroyed. My picture of the perfect American family was completely shattered. How does a seven year old boy handle such a situation? How does one respond to finding his father sleeping soundly in bed--probably having dreams of his wedding day—while...
She revealed that the week prior a man had attempted to murder my uncle. They weren’t sure how much brain damage he had endured at the time but he was expected to survive. My uncle was my father figure growing up, I was devastated. This was the greatest loss of my life, even without a death occurring. I became severely depressed after this, I developed night terrors, and issues with attachment. The case lasted years in court, every new trail opened up old wounds. I would not discover the motivation for the crime for many years. Before the incident my uncle hid his drug addictions from me, afterwards he was too brain damaged and in constant pain to care. The man that attempted the murder stole my uncle and replaced him with
Regardless of her challenges, she ingrained her passion, perseverance, and and motivation into the core values that she taught me. As a result, her influence on my life is endless. More importantly, my mother was a survivor. Not only did she raise four children as a single, Black woman, but she did all of which while simultaneously fighting breast cancer for over seventeen years. Despite the difficulties, my mother never succumbed to the severity of her condition. She did not wait to die, but in fact lived her life to the fullest. Ranging from traveling the world, running successful businesses, and being a mother, she left no stone unturned. This is one of the reasons that I respect my mother so much. The fact that she went the extra mile to care for my siblings and I, pursue her own career, while holding on to her life, inspires me to never let my challenges keep me from my living an abundant life. I hope to be a fraction of the woman that my mother was when I grow
Motherhood has taught me many life lessons. Before becoming a mother, I was a self centered child. I had no motivation to succeed. All I was worried about was where the next party was. At that time I had no want to try because I was so scared to fail. I was slowly progressing to go nowhere and do nothing with my life. That has all changed now. I no longer party or use drugs. I work full time, attend college full time and devote my all to my children. Without them I would probably be in a jail cell not where I am today.
Although I acknowledged the truth my mom had spoken to me when she came to visit, I hadn’t taken certain necessary steps that I needed to take. I remember one day sitting on my living room couch. Poet was sitting beside me. He was talking to the children. I turned my head and began to cry. I could no longer hold back the hurt, fears, disappointments, and anger. The family noticed after a few seconds that I was crying. Poet tried to talk to me but I didn’t respond. He called my mom this same night. I talked to my mom a little but I mainly just listened. The next day Bri had called me. Poet had contacted her and told her what was going on. She contacted me to tell me about a counselor she knew. I took
“I have to go mija, it’s getting late”. As soon as I would hear those words that my mom would use to say, my eyes would get watery and would felt a lump in my throat. I knew that I had to be strong, but deep down I knew I needed my mother more than anything. Not having the woman that gave birth to me by my side every day, it made me grow up with a mind of an independent woman and made me capable of knowing how to manage stuff by myself.
As the evening ended, somehow the conversation led to our childhood compared to how my sister raised her children. My brothers were complaining of how overprotective my sister was of her children. I explained to them that her fears were valid and that there were many predators out there to watch out for. My mother joined the conversation and expressed her feelings that a mother needs to relax and should not have to worry about what her kids are doing every second of every day. I became very hostile and angry towards my mother for making this statement. I burst into a fit of anger and I yelled at my mother that her negligence is what caused her 7 year old daughter to be molested at the hands (and mouth) of her perverted father. My mother was silent for a minute and stared at me in disbelief. She asked me why I never said anything to her and I reminded her of how she had slapped my sister for telling her what her father had done to me. I told her that being molested as a child is the reason I do not want to have any children. I told my mother that I never wanted my child to hate me the way that I hate her. I stormed out of my mother's house that day and I have not spoken to her since
When I was 11 I watched my mother abruptly become a single parent responsible for four daughters, two of which were still in diapers. I became the full time babysitter and raised my two younger sisters for years, despite being a child myself, while my mom worked several jobs at a time.
My Mom has had a huge impact on every aspect of my life. She has always encouraged anything and everything I have attempted and even pushes me to venture outside my comfort zone. Community service and being involved in school have always been a key priority in my family. I have always looked up to my mom as a strong and intelligent leader in everything she pursues. My mom was the PTA Vice President, Soccer coach. Girl Scouts Troop Leader, Odyssey of the Mind Coach, and Musical costume designer; name it and my Mom was there for anything I wanted to do, while also having a career. Seeing her involved in all these things made it feel natural to be involved in as much as I could at school and in the community. When I started auditioning for
Motherhood is a term used and displayed in everyday life. It has several aspects that require many talents and hard work. However, sometimes motherhood needs little to no talent or dedication, as well. Motherhood is an opportunity to serve others and have a big impact on other’s life.
Every day growing up, I remembered the nasty, horrific acts forced upon me in my childhood. At the young age of five, a family friend sexually assaulted me for the first time. He touched me inappropriately, and forced me to touch him back. These activities continued for about three months without my mother's knowledge.
I had to mature quickly and learn how to take care of someone else besides myself. I am now a mother to four children. They have taught me how to have patience. This has become something I value very much. I have learned that in life you must wait for things. I now know that there was a reason why I had my son so early and wasn’t able to go to college upon graduating high school. I am so thankful that I had patience and waited for the right time to enter. It has been 14 years since I graduated high school, and I’m attending college and know exactly what I want to become. I had patience and took care of my babies at home before I decided to go to school. It hasn’t always been easy, but I’m so glad I
Although I spent a lot of time without my mother I never let go of the love I had for her before the accident and that is why I was able to handle rough situations. I was aware that I was no longer the center of attention and I accepted it almost happily. Looking back though, if I had known what I know now I would have told my younger self that it was okay to demand a little more attention.
I also think it is good for the mind and body to reflect on the hard times in your life so that you can ultimately become a better person. The events that happened during this whole process shapes my mother into the person she is today. I would describe my mom as smart, witty, and caring. I believe having my mother raising my brother so young almost suggested that they were going to have some fights with each other later down the road. All kids have a higher chance of doing naughty things if their parent or parents were in the same boat as them around this age.
After half an hour of waiting for someone to call and my sister and dad to come home also thinking about what to do. I gave up and went to take a shower. When I came out, my bed was made and my mom called me down for breakfast, which I didn’t feel like having. I just drank a glass of orange juice. My mother went to the porch to sit. After a few seconds I decided to join her. Since I had nothing better to do at that moment, I asked her where my sister and dad had gone. All she said was “I don’t know”. I gu...