The Soul Game Let me apologize, before we begin. I’m so sorry that I’m coming to you in my time of desperate need… Please. Just read this until the end. That’s all that I’m asking of you, just please. Listen to all of my unfortunate beginning. I know that you can change my fate. My name is Eli, and I’m a single mother. No. I’m not expecting a t-shirt and a parade… I just want- need some of your time. Motherhood is a burden. A necessity, yes but still a burden. I have one person that makes it all better. And that’s my only child, Alyssa. She’s in sixth grade, 11. Which made me twenty years older than her. She was a generally happy child. And she stayed that way. Until Violet came into play of course. All I wanted was for Alyssa to be happy. But of course. We couldn’t even keep that to ourselves. Wednesday Morning …show more content…
“We played The Soul Game today.” Her words hit me like a wrecking ball. “What’s the soul game?” her head was like a spinning chair, for she couldn’t keep her gaze. Her amber eyes darted all over the car, and sweat beaded from her brows. “I said no thank you, but she told me we wouldn’t be friends anymore if I didn’t!” a tear ran down her cheek. “WHAT. IS. THE. SOUL. GAME. TELL. ME. CHILD.” I turned off the car. “I cant tell you, the rules are so horrible! I cant!” she screamed. “Well will Violet tell me?” the look on Alyssa’s face was pure torture towards me. No one ever wants their child to appear so angry and frustrated. “NO!!” she squealed, scaring me, and making my blood run cold. “DON’T ASK HER. PLEASE. DON’T!” I opened my car door, confused and frightened. “PROMISE ME MOM!” I shut the door, heading towards her side where she was going ballistic. She was bawling, terrified. I opened her door and took her in my arms, and rocked her the way I used to when she was little, and had a bad dream. She fell asleep there, and I calmly took her to her room and laid her in her bed. Maybe sleep would make her
All through the times of the intense expectation, overwhelming sadness, and inspiring hope in this novel comes a feeling of relief in knowing that this family will make it through the wearisome times with triumph in their faces. The relationships that the mother shares with her children and parents are what save her from despair and ruin, and these relationships are the key to any and all families emerging from the depths of darkness into the fresh air of hope and happiness.
Susie’s mother opened the door to let Molly, Susie’s babysitter, inside. Ten-month old Susie seemed happy to see Molly. Susie then observed her mother put her jacket on and Susie’s face turned from smiling to sad as she realized that her mother was going out. Molly had sat for Susie many times in the past month, and Susie had never reacted like this before. When Susie’s mother returned home, the sitter told her that Susie had cried until she knew that her mother had left and then they had a nice time playing with toys until she heard her mother’s key in the door. Then Susie began crying once again.
When this tale is looked at from a deeper perspective, it is learned that the mothers wish is to be loved and not have to worry about her child that has come in the way of her and her
Her eyes were heavy, her body weak. As she crawled into the bathroom two feet away, Abby felt her body slowly succumbing to the numbness. All of her pain would be gone in less than 10 minutes, so why would she want to turn back? What about the senior trip Abby had planned with her best friend? What about the chair at the dinner table that would now be vacant? A couple of hours later Abby’s family came home from her little sister’s soccer game. Little did they know what they would find as they approached the top of the stairs. Her little sister, Ali, stood still as she looked down at her feet. There on the cold floor lay her big sister, her role model, and her super hero. Ali was crushed when she saw the pill bottle in her hand and the pale color of her skin. Her mom fell to her knees screaming and crying, wondering where she
She holds back the close emotional connections that her children and husband crave. Instead, she prepares her children for life's disappointments and hardships, for which she has never expected.
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.
Eva’s lack of value for motherhood shaped the lives of her family as well as her own. Because of her negative feelings toward motherhood, many of the people surrounding her have similar values. Eva reflects her community’s negative perception of motherhood by being straightforward about it and passing it down through her family
Motherhood is a compassionate kinship between the mother and her offspring. Becoming a mother can be planned or unplanned depending on the person. Families tend to cherish the new beginning to a little human life. When someone decides to have a new life, it isn’t easy, and not only can some women not get pregnant, but the variation your body endures is amazing. The body goes through many life changing experiences. Some women can gain weight, or have a rollercoaster of emotions due to their hormones. Having a child is a very hard thing, because your whole life changes and it’s not all about you anymore. Children cannot control the family or mothers they have when born, they aren’t able to understand the concept of what is happening with their mothers or families until they are older. In novels, Incidents in the Life of a Slave girl, by Harriet A. Jacobs and The Awakening by Kate Chopin motherhood is portrayed in many different ways. The two stories differ in my way but both encounter similarities of motherhood in various ways.
Death is not something I'm looking forward too but, like everyone else, I know it's coming for me sooner or later. Just thinking about it scares me to my core but preparing for it is necessary. I know many people have experienced this horrible fate and three years ago grandma died after a long battle with cancer. She was a very strong person and she was very influential in my life.
I loved her you know. I loved her, before, before she changed. Before everything went wrong. Before she killed herself. I’m pretty sure it was my fault too. If only I had been brave enough, like she was, but I guess that’s why people humiliated her. I guess that’s why she died; because I was a coward. I wish I hadn’t of been, she wouldn’t be in a grave if I had just had the courage. I loved her too. She didn’t know it, but I tried to hint at it. I guess she thought I was leading her on or something. I tried to tell her but every time I did attempt to, she would look up at me with those big brown eyes and I would melt and nothing would come out.
This new addition to the family changed my whole status as an individual and the entire family’s dynamic. As my Auntie Chrissy recounted when she visited me a college this fall, “Its so strange how Hannah used to be the youngest, and in the course of one year, three babies were born.” After the new children had been born into the family, I was finally an adult. I was almost invisible compared to the spotlight that was on me before.
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.
She was my first child, and I have to leave some of my old ways behind and become more stable and family focused man. This was a stage in life were a lot of things changed. My only brother committed suicide, the mother of my first child left me, and I met the love of my life (Lisa). This was a point that where a lot of pressure was placed on me and at times did not know how I could be the best husband, father, and man I could be. I had to cope with the loss of my brother, and I used fathering Gabrielle as way show and feel love and happiness, but when she was taken away from me, it affected me greatly and went downhill. I wanted to be a full-time active father, but I was only allowed to see her on the weekends. To be honest, I did not know how I was going to make it through. I was only 20 years old, but I knew men could handle it, but more importantly, a father HAD to handle it”
Motherhood is a traditional role for women. From the time they are young, girls are taught to grow up, marry and become mothers. Of course they can do other things with their lives like play sports, have careers, and travel, but an overwhelming amount of women want to be mothers no matter what else they accomplish with their lives. It is common knowledge that being a good mother is one of the hardest jobs in the world. It is to forever have a special link with another person or people and have a tremendous influence, maybe the most tremendous influence over their lives. Motherhood is a roller coaster ride for women, full of ups and downs, fears and accomplishments. But what happens when motherhood defines who a woman is? All children grow up, and while a woman is always a mother, children need their mothers less and less until eventually their dependence is very minimal. What happens to the woman whose singular role and purpose is no longer needed? In The Summer Before The Dark, and The Fifth Child, the maternal roles of Kate Brown, and Harriet Lovatt are analyzed and traditional motherhood behavior is deconstructed due to these characters’ experiences and relationships with their children.
Now being a thirteen-year-old girl who just called her mother the worst human being in the world, I wasn’t expecting that to come from her. When just moments before I’d been hiding in the hotel’s bathroom, thinking of every little scenario that could play out as my punishment. The ideas being as simple as my father yelling at me, others of me being grounded, or the bigger picture of them, hating me. So when they got Jacky, my sister, to usher me out of my sanctuary, I was plain terrified because of the habits I did even before then.