There came a point in my life where I started to lose a sense of who I was, and my sense of direction. When I got pregnant, my whole demeanor changed, from my attitude to the way I carried myself. It wasn’t until I gave birth that my eyes truly opened to find something that was lost for a very long time: a glimmer of my old self. That baby, my child, helped me recover, shine, and gave me a purpose. Some people would say, the worst thing you can do in a relationship is to lose your identity, and I believe it is true because it happened to me. For many years, I had unconsciously, submerged myself in my partner’s life, while I pushed my own to the back burner. I allowed myself to get so consumed with my partner that I lost sight of why I was there, what was I doing and where was I going, but most importantly who am I becoming. As time went on, I made some drastic changes; I’m not entirely sure if it was for me or to prove something to my partner at the time, but I did it. I had …show more content…
Before getting the news, I was experiencing really bad nausea like, the smell of certain things would set me off or brushing my teeth morning, I wasn’t sure if it was the paste or the mere act of brushing. The bouts of fatigue, now, when I was living in New York I took the subway to work, during rush hour the compartments were packed like sardines, taking in all available space, the smell of flowery, fruity, and cheap perfume, and musky cologne, freshly brewed coffee, and the classic sausage, egg, and cheese on a roll, and on some occasions, the heavy odors of dirt, sweat, the scent of a person who hadn’t bathed in months, all assailed my nose making me sick. I think, the worst part of it was the rocking the car did, side to side, the motion sometimes leading others to bump into each other, including myself, did nothing to help the urge to puke and pass out at the same
W. S. Ross once said “The hand that rocks the cradle is the hand that rules the world.” As simple as this quip may sound, its complex implications are amplified through the life of every person born since the beginning of humanity. What attribute makes a mother such an extraordinary influence over her young? One such attribute is the ability to nurture. Beyond the normal challenges of cooking, cleaning, schooling, singing, feeding, and changing is the motivation by which such sacrifices are made possible. One cannot raise a child without mutual respect. Emotion and anxiety must drive her instincts. Her ability to foster is only heightened by minute personal imperfections and overwhelming responsibility that lead to a lack of confidence. Yet the prevailing characteristic that separates a ‘birth giver’ from a ‘mother’ is the unconditional, undying, and at times underestimated love for her child. To be a mother in the purest sense, she must embrace this notion of nurture.
had turned 8 months. My father’s words and the experience of having a child has made my life better than I ever thought it would be. Before, I was working every day; passing off time with family just to get a paycheck. Now, I just want to be there. I want to experience everything with my son. Not like my father who only seen his children an hour a night, and regretted the time he missed out in his family . I resigned from my job and enrolled in school. I was bound and determined to get a job where I can be a part of my child’s life rather than just be the provider and miss out on what life really is. Time feels like it’s passing at breakneck speeds, and if you blink it’ll pass by without a second thought. I live life day by day and make sure to be happy and full of love. Life is too short to waste it . I’ve learned a powerful lesson from my father: Work to live the way you want, but do not live to work. Family all ways comes
After reading the book called “The Spirit Catches You and You Fall Down” by Anne Fadiman it made me think about life a little different. It made me view life as if I were Lia and her family and going through everything they are going through within this book. How they have overcome every obstacle and challenge. No woman in the world should have to go through a phase where they have lost their child. Reading this book also made me realize some the things I don’t want to go through when I have children of my own when I get older. I give all the woman in the world my respect and support because the pan they have to go through when they have a child especially if they don’t have a home of their own.
Have you ever had trouble finding your identity? Has somebody ever wanted you to change? Or have you ever wanted to change? Always be yourself! In the short stories the characters are having trouble finding their identities. They are changing their ways so other people would like them better. In the short stories “Fish Cheeks” by Amy Tan, “Two Kinds” by Amy Tan, and “The Bass, The River, And Sheila Mant” by W.D. Wetherell, the characters learn about their identities through significant moments.
I gazed into his bluish-green eyes while crying tears of joy. I could not believe that something so beautiful had grown inside of me. With a new found independence, I finally found happiness. In school my grades improved, my attitude was positive, and I figured out that my career choice was going to be to pursue a doctorate in pharmacy. My son has inspired me to excel in everything that I do. With him now being 3 years old, I have accomplished more with him than I would have without him. I have learned that sometimes we face obstacles in life that seem too much to bear. In comparison to Kincaid’s short story the tough love from my mom molded me to be the woman that I am today. Some might say that the mother in Kincaid’s story was too assertive, but I feel that the mother was only trying to give her daughter the tools in life that she
I am not sure on this one but, I find myself maybe in the Disintegration stage. This stage states that the person be transformed into contended over dis-solvable racial incorruptible problems in many instances anticipated as polar opposites (Farley, 2012). I agree with some of the criteria in this stage. I am not racist. I love all colors and do not see any race that is more superior to the other. When we all leaves this world we will be all place 6ft under buried under ground. I do not care what race my child decides to marry but, longest it is the opposite sex according to the Bible. All men are created equal and every individual has the same opportunity to be successful in life with hard work and dedication. Disagree with Black men being
At birth everyone is given a set of identities but as they grow up and find their place in the world with people they love those identities will change. I believe that changing identities throughout life will help a person develop into a better person. If a person has identified as multiple different things in his or her past then he or she will be more willing to accept and appreciate those who are different. I grew up being taught to always treat others the way I wanted to be treated and at times that can be hard, but I have always strived to be a kind and caring person.
that life would be better and that my sister and I would be more accepted. For that reason,
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Identity-“Ones personal qualities.”Identiy is something only he or she can fully define. My uncle says I am affectionate,cheerful, and calm. My grandmother sees me as slim, pretty and sweet. My dad described me as perky, cheerful and happy, my mom says beautiful, gentle, and self-conscious. These adjectives describe me accurately, yet they are only abstract versions of me. Adjectives cannot begin to describe me and I aknowlege these descriptions for what they are, a condensed translation from my outward self to the world. It is impossible for anyone to understand me completely because nobody has experienced the things I have. My mother has never cherished a raggedy doll named Katie and my father never spent hours upon hours making collages and scrap books for his future children. My uncle never hid in the back of a pick-up-truck and traveled four hours to New York and my grandmother has never walked hours in the rain looking for the Queen of England. My identity is something only I can define.
It was August 25, 2006 and I just received the news that I was going to have a baby. At that moment so many thoughts ran through my mind. I was extremely nervous and terr...
When we are born into the world, it is far from our last birth. The birth of our identities begins as we grow. And while not right or wrong, it is how our minds take on an identity during our key developmental years.
Whether planned or unplanned, change can cause disruption to one’s stable environment if not handled in the correct way (McGarry, Cashin, & Fowler, 2012). Having children was a positive planned change for me. The decision has greatly improved my well-being and outlook on life. My thought process was changed the instant I held my first child. From that point on, every decision I make is centered on how it will affect them. Motherhood has opened my eyes to the realization that change occurs every day and there is no halting the process. As I watch my children grow, I emotionally embrace each unforeseen moment that comes with it.
Today, as I arose for the day, I took a moment to admire how my body has changed over the last few months. I stood in front of the mirror in awe of how much my belly had grown, of how beautiful it looked. I looked back on how I had viewed my body before finding out I was pregnant and I realized how much more confident I have become since I started showing more and more with each passing day. Standing in front of the mirror I was in awe of how a real person was growing inside me. Every day my daughter's tiny kicks consistently remind me that there is someone growing inside of me. I am always in awe that I have the ability to make a human being, but I know being pregnant is one of the most natural things our bodies can do. Truthfully, being pregnant
There were many days that passed when I felt as though I wasn’t going to make it and I felt as though I didn’t deserve to be alive, but who is really ready to take care of a child anyhow? I wasn’t. Then one day I woke up and realized that my life would go on, and that I just had to do the best I could and learn from my mistakes.