A Mother’s Love 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 …show more content…
It was the happiest feeling that I have ever felt in my life, and as time came near for me to have my son the feeling became greater and greater. When I heard one of the nurses saying “Were ready, she’s now nine centimeters”, I began to get very anxious and excited at the same time. Although I was beginning to get happy I was still in disbelief as all of it was happening. I see the nurses preparing themselves. I just said to myself, “oh yeah its happening alright”. I was about to become a mother which was so unreal to me and nerve racking because I had no idea how to love or be mother. My heart became full of so many emotions, however the thought that dominated my mind was that I had to be the best mother I can be so my son could grow up and be the man he was destined to …show more content…
It made me want to strive to for better, because I wanted to make sure I can take care of him for the rest of my life. That day made me realize what love really meant. I wasn’t confused about what love was I was just so unsure if I could love someone, because growing up I never had love nor did I know how to give it in return. I was made the happiest woman on earth and I don’t sat that just to say it. I say that because the joy I felt that day I have never in life had nothing that even came close to making me like that. I don’t think no one in this world could know or understand this feeling I felt towards my son at that exact moment. Like in that moment I knew now that it was no longer just about me anymore, but it was more so about my little boy that I would forever be tied to. I never knew you could love someone so much when you had just met them, that made me feel a little closure about growing up the way I did I knew that my mom had to love me when I was first born but she was just drifted into the wrong direction. I made a vow that day that I had to love my son because I had no intention of him growing up feeling the same way I felt. That day made me want to do so much better because I knew I had a promise and a goal to fulfill and that was to take care of my son and give him what was taking away from me. All of the suffering and all of the pain was well worth
I wasn’t supposed to be born. My mother had three miscarriages before she had me. I was her last hope at having a son, the one thing that my father wanted more than anything. I am the only one left to carry on the Parker Family name. Yet I hardly made it to the age of 16 alive.
James had a very tough up and coming. His mom is a White jew while his dad was an African american. He didn't really know where he belonged or where he would fit in. A major scene in the book where his Identity is challenged and is forced to compare his mom to the others is when James’s mom went to pick him up at the bus stop. James asked his mom,” Why aren’t you like all the other moms?” He doesn't really understand why his mom looks very different from him. He always grew up with his embarrassing him. She would always ride a bike around in her predominantly Black neighborhood. This was her way to handle the death of James’ dad. She was always different and this leads to James not really finding a group to fit in. It makes his identity very different to embarrass because he didn't ever have a “normal household.”
When i was a kid i always do things with my own self. I never ask people what should i do and what i need to do. Everything is just made by my own decision. Maybe i am independent to early because at the age of ten i can figure out what consequences will happen if i take any action recklessly. The reason i turn to be like that because of someone, someone who really special to me. The person who always keep my safety and put me number one in everthings. That person is my mother. She is the amazing women i ever known because from her i look this world differently. She like an icon to me because she always using wisdom word to explain anything and everything to me, eventhough i never asked why.
It states in our book, “Wise people know a great deal about how to conduct life, how to interpret life events, and what life means” (Kali & Cavanaugh, 2015). After having read this statement, I narrowed my choices down to the one person I believe to be the wisest, my mother. I believe my mother is a good example of wisdom because of the infinite advice she gives me, she reflects back onto her personal life experiences and presents it to me as a lesson. She’s gone through a lot in her life, from loosing her mother at a young age, to having to quit school in order to help with the household. It states, “Wisdom deals with important or difficult matters of life and the human condition” (Kali & Cavanaugh, 2015) and I can only imagine how
"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.
was having the past few weeks. So my mother, Kierstin, my fiancé, and I went to pick up the baby’s father Ashton. When we got him we were on our way to the hospital near where we lived. My fiancé and I couldn’t go in the delivery room with them so we waited in the waiting room. My mom then came out and told us that my sister was dilated to a 5 and that she was going to take us home and drop us off so we could watch my young siblings while her and my step father stay with my sister and wait for her to deliver the baby. When my mother dropped my fiancé and I off at home to watch my siblings I constantly texted and called my mom to see how she was doing. I then fell asleep. When I woke up the next morning I got on Facebook and saw the pictures
My mother is one of those famous Coca Cola addicts. She drinks it as if it is water and sometimes when someone offers her actual water she honestly looks disgusted. One reason I am committed to living a healthy lifestyle is to be an example to my mother and family and help them make better choices. Their diets are not the best, and they often experience health problems due to bad eating habits. Another reason I am committed to staying healthy is because it makes me feel like Spongebob on the way to the Krusty Krab. I am ready. I feel more positive, energised, and focused when I have been taking care of my body.
Mother is long gone. Even though she died nearly 3 years ago I still feel empty. Ever since, it has been my responsibility to take care of grandmother even though she believes I’m the one who killed her only daughter. This is why she refuses to live with me, she thinks I’m going to kill her as well because I have cruel a vengeance against them for taking me away from my father at such a young age. Truthfully I was a little mad at them because me and my dad were very close, and I would still recognize him if I just saw him walking on the street to this day even though I was only 6 when he was removed from our home. They told me that he could never change from his old ways and he wouldn’t be health for me to be around. But the truth of how my
“Yes, yes, yes, I will…”, I replied to an anxious client whom to my inconvenience, believed that it was possible to sell her unfinished condo in a matter of 46 minutes. I swept my hair over my shoulder and remembered what I had read online about not succumbing to pressure. Step one-Breathe in, Step two-Breathe out, Step three… As I exhaled the familiar sound of our home phone ringing was enough to give me a migraine.
"It's a Girl" This was not the first time I'd heard these words, not even the first time I'd heard them spoken in a delivery room. But it was the first time I heard them spoken to my daughter and it was unlike any other moment in my life. Just eight months earlier my daughter Kirsten, only eighteen years old herself, had shyly whispered to me that she was going to have a baby. While I smiled and hugged her, I reeled from a barrage of fears and emotions I could not share with her. I knew our lives were forever changed, and I wondered if we would stay as close as we'd always been. Was she leaving me? Could I let her go? I wanted to hold on my lap just once more before she was all grown up.
My mom has needed my help for as long as I could remember. My family had moved from India to the United States when I was three years old and my dad had died two years later on May of 2005. My mom had trouble getting a job because she had to take care of me and my little brother. My mom was not fluent in english and I had to help her with understanding documents and communicating with people. Along with helping my mom with language and cultural issues, I also had to help take care of my brother and the house because my mom did not have any other family members in the country when my father died.
The big question was when my baby was going to be due. The doctor told me that the only one who knew that answer was me. I was very afraid because I didn’t know how I was supposed to know that. My worries were that if I took a bad decision would harm my baby, but the day finally arrived. On December 29th, 2007, my carnival baby was born at 7:00 a.m. bringing a lot of happiness and love to our family. We named her Gabriella like our angel Gabriel. That was one of the perfect days I ever had. Three months ago we were waiting for someone we were not expecting and she has been
Her eyes are a chestnut brown, that sparkle whenever she looks at me. She has little wrinkles that crease into her skin, around the sides of her mouth as soon as she smiles. Although her smile can brighten up anyone’s day, her teeth are tinted a light yellow. She has light brown skin that’s glows ever so radiantly in the sun. Her hair is a jet black color with a hint of grey surrounding the edges of her hairline; it’s thick as sheep’s wool, and caresses her shoulders effortlessly. Right above her rosy colored cheeks are a few moles that stand out upon her face. She stand’s tall at about 5’5, and weighs a little over two hundred pounds, but you couldn’t tell because she wears it very well. She walks proudly, loving all of her curves. She’s usually dressed in all black, which is quite flattering. She is fifty-six years of age, but has the vitality of a twenty-six year old. She is the kindest woman you could ever meet, but don’t take her kindness for weakness, because she does have a feisty side that comes out every once in a while. Her genuine character is absolutely unforgettable. Her values and morals are what keeps her soul so pure. Her spirit gleams nothing but love. I call her mom, but she was born Sally
My mom and I have a very strong relationship. She loves me and I love her so much. She is sweet, caring, helpful, a strong leader, and a great role model. My mom has taught me so much and without her I would not love what I love today.
My aunt was an accommodating nurse a lot of people loved. When she died she was 50 years old. Today she could have been 53 years old. She left behind 3 sweet boys who broke my heart to watch them see their mom leave. She was an average sized women about 5’5” with really thin short dark chocolate brown hair. Her skin was as rough as sandpaper, because she was a hard working women. I remember she had a medium sized table in her bedroom full of perfumes and lotions and every-time I hugged her she smelled like Victoria Secret scents. I also remember her always wearing this purple sweater my mom gave to her one year. She wore that sweater everywhere she went. In most of the pictures I have with her she comes out wearing the purple sweater.