Love, care, and support are three of many things that can tell a person if someone is genuine and true. I feel there is only one person that I know that I can honestly say shows all of these things. That one person is my mother. Through many of my sister’s and my trials and tribulations, my mom has always been there for us. Along with being loving and caring, there is nothing like my mom’s dedication to her kids to assist us in anything that we want to do. My mother is very supportive. My mother is the reason why I get to go to school in Santa Barbara. In more ways than one she is very supportive of me in my endeavors. When I go to my mom with ideas and things that I want to do, she will first look into it for herself before she just jumps …show more content…
One time, my little sister and her cheer team were between a rock and a hard place but not for long. In their upcoming season they had no coach to lead their team because the previous coach had moved out of state for a collegiate coaching spot offered to her. Since they had no coach, the team’s season wasn’t looking too bright, but my mother being the supportive helpful person she is stepped up and took it upon herself to coach the team. In doing so, she took on more than she could handle. Since she didn’t know much about coaching cheer at the time. She cheered in high school, but that was about the extent of her knowledge on cheer. After accepting the position, my mom wasn’t too sure what to do after that. My mom did was call up one of her old friends that lived locally to help her with this team. Her friend accepted right away because she felt with the two of them coaching a team of young girls they would feel young again. Once my mom got the help she needed, she educated her self in becoming a cheer coach, by reading books doing the proper research and watching videos; as a result, it’s almost as if my mom literately became a full on coach overnight. When the first day of practice rolled around, my mom was very ready to coach, as her new team was ready to cheer. In these series of events, I realized my mom has no limits and can do just about anything she puts her mind
Cheerleading has been a big part of my life. As my senior year winds down, it is one of the things that I will miss the most. If my best friend had not encouraged me to join, I don't know if I would have the confidence and self-assurance that I do today. Cheerleading has influenced my decision to join other activities and be active in school as much as I possibly can. Cheerleading has helped me grow from an awkward seventh grader to a well-rounded
Cheerleading is a sport of perfection and scores depend on the execution of the skills performed. It may seem coaches only stress the technique of skills to make scores higher but in fact, technique improves the safety of the athletes. When routines get hard and athletes become tired they begin to perform skills lazily just to finish out routines, but this can quickly lead to injury. Therefore, coaches always stress technique and instruct athletes to strive for perfection for their own wellbeing. Although perfection is the ultimate goal, failure is often more common than success. Coaches are quick to remind athletes that the skills they are performing are difficult and every failure is one-step closer to accomplishing their goal. Cheerleading is different from other sports because the feeling a cheerleader experiences when accomplishing a skill they have worked on for years is indescribable. The only ones who can truly relate to a cheerleaders success and failures are the members of their own team. While failure can be discouraging, athletes gain support from their teammates who encourage them since they have been through the same journey to achieve a
When I first started cheering, I decided to participate because of two reasons: my mom forced me and my older sister, who I modeled after, cheered. As I got older and began to think for myself, I had engaged in cheer for so long that it became a habit. If my mom did not demand that I partake in cheer, I would not have been able to go through situations that sparked personal growth and knowledge. Cheerleading has given me opportunities to guide and interact with younger kids, which has influenced my decision to become a pediatrician.
In 1984 Ronald Reagan was President of the United States. Prince’s song When Doves Cry was number one on the Top Hits chart. On a hot, summer night my mother goes into labor with her third child. At 12:18am on August 25, 1984 I was born to Aubrey and Betty Hall in a Dallas hospital. My mother chose to name me Heather after the Scottish Heather flower referencing our Scottish heritage. My father picked my middle name, Jane, after his favorite grandmother. I was born into a loving family consisting of a father, mother, sister, and brother. A few years later our family of five turns into a family of eight with the births of another sister and two more brothers. Three boys and three girls, we were practically the Brady Bunch. There has been so
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The most impactful individual in my life is my mother, Samantha Jarvis, and that is because, she is the one person I know will always be there for me and guide me when I need help. Its safe to say that I would not exist without her (and my dad) and while that is physically true, I also believe that I would not the person I am today without her. My mom has always encouraged me, even from a young age, to chase my passion for learning and find the answers to my questions. She is the one, I get most of morals, ideals, and work ethic from. My mom is one of those people who give a lot and expect nothing in return. She has been the sole provider of my family for the past 18 years due to my father having a broken back and being unable to work. She also the one that does the cleaning around the house, runs errands around town, takes time off work or skips lunch to take me or my sibling to therapy or, to the doctor’s office, and just about everything else.
When I was younger, I remember feeling as though I lived in a bubble; my life was perfect. I had an extremely caring and compassionate mother, two older siblings to look out for me, a loving grandmother who would bake never ending sweets and more toys than any child could ever realistically play with. But as I grew up my world started to change. My sister developed asthma, my mother became sick with cancer and at the age of five, my disabled brother developed ear tumors and became deaf. As more and more problems were piled upon my single mother’s plate, I, the sweet, quiet, perfectly healthy child, was placed on the back burner. It was not as though my family did not love me; it was just that I was simply, not a priority.
When I began to play more organized football, my parents were always fully immersed in all of my football experiences. I played for the Hills Pride Police Athletic League team from the age of 5-11 as my dad served as my coach for all of those years. My mom, while not an avid lover of the game, was my number one fan on the sidelines and in the bleachers. After every play I could hear my mom screaming, “Go Pride. Move that ball!” At times it was embarrassing, especially when the team would commit a turnover or a penalty, but that was just my mom’s way of showing that she supported me and our team 100%. Whenever I would run or receive the ball for a touchdown or a complete a good play, I could hear my mom yelling and screaming for me. As I ran back to the sidelines, I would get chills
In the past couple years, I faced emotions of loneliness, worthlessness and even depression. I spent those years trying to figure out what was the cause of these serious emotions and one of the answers that I stumbled upon was when I finally talked to a therapist about dealing with my depression. The simple answer was the relationship with my family and the environment I was in; Figuring out what to do about it was the next giant leap. Throughout history, America has been known as an immigrant country that uses the phrase “The American Dream” over and over, but what is it really? “That dream of a land in which life should be better and richer and fuller for everyone, with opportunity for each according to ability or achievement.” (James Truslow
Education is not to teach men facts, theories or laws, not to reform or amuse them or make them expert technicians. It is to unsettle their minds, widen their horizons, inflame their intellect, teach them to think straight, if possible, but to think nevertheless. Robert Maynard Hutchins
Summer was coming to an end, the night air grew brisker and the mornings were dew covered. The sun had just started to set behind our home; my father would be home soon. I walked into the kitchen only to be greeted by my mother cooking dinner. She stood there one hand on her hip, her one leg stuck out at her side, knee slightly bent, stirring the pot holding the spoon all the way at the tip of the handle. She looked as pissed off as could be. My mother always felt she could be doing a million other things besides cooking dinner. We sat there talking until I heard a familiar soft rumble in front of our house. The rumble was accompanied by my father fidgeting at the front door. His old noisy Bronco always made his presence known. He plodded down the hallway into the kitchen to greet my mother with a peck on the cheek. After one more quick stir she plopped a hot pad on the table followed by a pan of sliced meatloaf in sauce. The smell of the meat, potatoes, and veggies filled the kitchen instantly and the family gathered around the table. The meal was a typical one in our household, my mother who had a million other things to do that day, including having her own personal time did not feel like cooking a twelve course meal. However, my father who always came home expecting steak did not see the meal as appetizing as the rest of us.
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
...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.
Whenever I am faced with a problem and have to make a decision, I know that my mother will be behind me one-hundred percent no matter what avenue I choose to travel down is. It is a great feeling to know that someone is always going to support me in anything I choose to do. It alleviates much of the stress that comes along with making decisions. For example, when I could not make a decision and choose which college I was going to, a community college or a university, my mother reassured me that she would be happy with the choice I made, as long as it made me happy. Having my mother tell me that alleviated much of the pressure I felt to pick a college. I did not want to disappoint her, and knowing that I would not, made the decision a lot easier. ...
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