I have always felt like I had to live up to something. As if my brief moment on this earth would not amount to much if I didn’t try to resemble what I pictured was perfect. It was the innocence of childhood that shielded me from the reality that there is no such thing as perfect just things that seem so. I find it easier to spot the charades around me if I look close enough not everything is as it seems. Ironically it was befitting that I learn this lesson from my mother the one constant thing in my life I look up to. If you ask anyone they’ll tell you their mother is the most beautiful woman in the world and I would be lying if I didn’t say the same. My mother is 5’4 with long curly black hair and average build. She has a round face with fair skin and freckles that add to her beauty. I always make fun of my mom for having short arms and legs because she can’t reach certain cabinets even though I’m 5’6. Most people tell me my mother has a beautiful laugh that just makes other people want to laugh with her. I …show more content…
My parents met when the immigrated from Ethiopia to Egypt and had me three years after they were married. Soon after we moved back to Ethiopia and three years later my sister was born. It was a very structured family so we all had a role to play. My dad was a businessman and he owned several different shops while my mom was a housewife. My dad would go to work at 7 in the morning and come back at 8 o’clock at night so we didn 't see him much unless it was the weekends. My dad helped me and my sister with our studies and kept tabs on our school work but other than that he wasn’t really involved. I always envied my friends that were close with their fathers because I felt that there was an emotional barrier between me and my dad. I understood the sacrifices he had to make for us to live comfortably but it was robbing us of the time to connect with each
As I grew older, I saw my dad less frequently. Our luncheons were suspended by my having to go to school and my wanting to spend time with my friends.
When I wake up in the morning and see my mother, I find every characteristic of a perfect woman in her. She is a strong willed, confident, and attractive woman. She has wavy, black hair and dark brown eyes. Her face has a slightly rectangular oval, which makes her look both gentle and strong. She has high, arching eyebrows and a slightly turned up nose. Her chin is smooth and luminous. She is not tall, about five feet, but she is slim and graceful.
I am not sure who began to become more distant and difficult, but eventually the tension escalated to a point where I did not speak to him for a period of six months. There may have been comments made in passing but nothing related to how a father and daughter should be speaking. I began to believe that it was because he did not truly love me or at least did not want to be around me anymore, which led to a time of darkness in my life. It even affected me enough to cause me to not trust anyone anymore, because of the fear of being hurt. Slowly I began to see how this relationship was affecting others in my life. My mother especially had a hard time dealing with the solitude that I was feeling. One day I decided that enough was enough and I sat down and talked it out with him. Although I still have a hard time talking about this period of my life, my relationship with my father has improved immensely. Improving this relationship has helped me to open myself up to others as well. I still have work to be done in regards to my trust issues, but I am closer than I have been in years. The message I learned during this experience is to not allow anyone to cause me to feel unloved, as well as to always communicate when there is a problem. Besides this arrow, there are more in my life that have also impacted me in various
He was used to having the men work and the women stay at home cooking, cleaning, and raising the kids. He was strict in the terms of school dances, going out with friends, and boyfriends. It was difficult for me to understand why I was always denied when wanting to go out. It made me dislike my father growing up until I understood that he just wanted to protect me. As time went on I noticed that he wanted to break from that mold and assist us be successful and independent women. My parents have always supported us in whatever we wanted to do. We are lucky enough to have parents that invested so much time and money in our interests.
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.
As I got older, I became more and more detached from my father. I would never talk
My father was always there for me, whether I wanted him to be or not. Most of the time, as an adolescent trying to claim my independence, I saw this as a problem. Looking back I now realize it was a problem every child needs, having a loving father. As hard as I tried to fight it, my dad instilled in me the good values and work ethic to be an honest and responsible member of society. He taught me how to be a good husband. He taught me how to be a good father. He taught me how to be a man. It has been 18 years since my father’s death, and I am still learning from the memories I have of him.
I never talked to him on a deeper level like I would would with with my mother. My father was always there for me if I ever needed anything. However, he never made any effort to speak to me about sensitive situations. If something that was a touchy subject, he would act awkward and try to avoid the conversation. My dad is a great man, who loves, cares, and would do anything for me. He just does not know how to communicate and speak about things that create a bond between us, the way my mother does.
This lady is the most wonderful person I 've ever met. She is old, affectionate, and intelligent. It took me eighteen years to realize how much this extraordinary person influenced my life. She 's the type of person who charms everyone with her stories and experiences. She always time for her family and friends. She is the kind of leader who does everything to keep her family together and in harmony. She is my grandmother.
My mother seemed so happy. In my reflection of the situation her dream of a family had come true. She had me and my father, we were spending quality time together. She wasn't too fond of fishing, not that it was my favorite thing to do either; but my father was taking us. Wow he loved fishing. It's funny, I can't really remember what my mother was wearing but then again she wasn't in the picture. She was behind the camera and I think sometimes my memories fade when there isn't a picture to remind me.
Even before my first tear hits the ground, my mother is there to wipe it away. My mother feels my pain before I can even realize it. She understands my needs before I can even think of them. That’s why we call her a mother. My mother has been an extraordinary influence on my life and always will be. She’s the kind of mom who would always take time out and care for her four children and the mom who would never let her hardships in her life distress her kids. My mother has always been a very strong role model to me, and growing up with someone like her to look up to has changed my life in many ways. She has helped me grow physically, intellectually, and considerately. She taught me to always love, care, and give back to the people I am grateful for.
When I was young, I drew a picture of my mother. It was her standing in a yard with a house in the background. It wasn't our house, and my mother looked like anyone but herself. Dressed entirely in green, with green hair and a green expression on her green face, she stood in front of a green two-story house surrounded by a green landscape. Green was her favorite color, and I wanted to make a surprise out of the drawing for her.
My Mother - The Greatest Inspiration in My Life When asked who their hero is, most people respond with the name of an athlete or an actress/actor. When asked who my hero is, I would have to respond with a simple three letter word: mom. My mother has been the greatest inspiration in my life and is the main reason that I am where I am and who I am today. Born and raised in Richmond, Kentucky, I would like to introduce you to my mother, Vicki Grant. Currently the age of 47, Mom is the oldest of three girls.
My grandmother has always been my biggest supporter throughout my life. My Grandmother is my back bone; she is the reason why I am the person that I am today. Most people hear the word grandmother and expect to see older lady with possible white hair, standing in the kitchen cooking and baking, evening sewing. My grandmother is the exact opposite of those things, she is still employed full time, enjoys making jewelry and furniture. Although she is only five two she is very witted and outspoken she never bites her tongue and will always give her opinion even if you don’t ask for it. There is a softer side to her, she will give you her last and be a listening ear day or night. Like the saying goes “to know me is to love me” and believe me
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