Personal Narrative: My Mother

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My mother is somebody who often irks me. As much as this is true, her role as my mother is to make my lunch, buy me new clothes every so often, do my laundry, feed me dinner, and make sure I am safe at all times. In return, she has expectations of me. I find that these expectations are what cause me to feel that my mother is on my nerves. They include not getting below a ‘B’ on a test, being home by curfew, making sure I text her what I am doing while I am out with friends, and not going out somewhere where she does not feel comfortable with me going. The reason that I often am annoyed by my mother is because she is strict with these rules which makes it hard for me to grow and learn from mistakes that she would rather me not have to experience …show more content…

As much as she wants me to become more independent, make my own mistakes and learn from them, she does not understand that there are things I want to do (with my friends) that I may not necessarily want to tell her about. So, when she texts me, I will respond so that she knows I am okay, but I will not tell her where I am because I know she would make me come home. She expects me to not do anything that your average teenager does. For example, she would not allow me to attend a certain musical festival because she expected there to be drugs and alcohol. Since her expectations of me are not what I consider to be my role, I went behind her back. This caused her to become angry at me and me to become annoyed at her. My mother constantly annoys me because her expectations of me contrast with the realities of being a teenager. I like to like my life on a risky, big- scale, trying everything I have ever wanted to do, while I can before I have to start working every day of my life. My mother expects me to make minimal mistakes and learn from those, while having a little bit of small-scale fun. It is hard to be her ideal daughter while still having fun and doing me. It is also hard for my mother to fulfill her role as a conscientious parent when her daughter does not listen to

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