A Day in the Life of My Mother

My childhood was fantastic when I had someone to care about me. My mom taught me many lessons that I need to know for middle school. Besides, she didn’t educate me only about education but also inspired me with what’s like to be a successful

​Parents are one of the most beautiful things that could happen to anyone. They are always there by your side no matter what; they always want the best for their children. They can be strict and protective, its because they love their kids and they don’t want them to get hurt. My parents are special to me because with all the hard time that they had to have me and my siblings in their life they still fought for us and didn’t give up, even after 17 years of trying. But for me? The greatest of all is my mom. She is the one that I look up too. She is the greatest of all. Simple, funny, strict, protective, but yet she is the best.

Since I’m not entirely sure where to start, I’m going to start at the beginning. When people ask about my childhood, the first memory to come to my mind is never a happy one.

I looked at mom and dad with a frown, dad who knew the most came up and helped me talked to the kid. Soon we all had to leave, we got back in the car and headed to a hotel. Something that I found very pleasing to me, and it seemed like it felt the same for my brother and sister. Mom was very amused with the hotel we were in. Dad found it normal since he worked around places he had to sleep in hotel’s often. Dad got a room and my brother, sister and me were hoping to get an upstairs room. We got a room on the third floor, we all jumped with excitement . Soon time for bed came it’s way and we tucked ourselves in and fell into a warm deep

The following months a winter, cold and gloomy, surrounded the house. My grandmother came to stay with us since my father had fallen into depression and needed help taking care of my sister and I. When my grandmother went grocery shopping my sister would struggle with homework without my grandmother’s help. One day when my grandmother left to go grocery shopping my sister approached me, which was unusual of her since its very rare for her to come to me. Her dark brown hair and big eyes reminded me of my self when I was younger. “I’m hungry” she complained, a question she’s never asked me. My father sleeping and my grandmother away, I was the only one left to take care of her and that terrified me. I had never cared for or known how to care for someone else. All I knew was how to evaluate whether or not someone was caring for another correctly.

The comparisons--North vs. South, city vs. country, technology vs. nature--are numerous and have been well documented in 20th century literature. Progress contrasts sharply with rooted cultural beliefs and practices. Personalities and mentalities about life, power and change differ considerably between worlds... worlds that supposed-intellectuals from the West would classify as "modern" and "backwards," respectively. When these two worlds collide, the differences--and the danger--rise significantly. This discrepancy between the old and the new is one of the principal themes of Gloria Naylor's Mama Day. The interplay between George, Ophelia and Mama Day shows the discrepancies between a "modern" style of thinking and one born of

I was 11 when my parents were taken away. I remember vividly what happened that day. It had been a warm and sunny day, my parents had come back from work at the outskirts of ‘The Main’; my father was a farmer and my mother packaged items to send to ‘The Central’. The night was cold, and because my family were ‘brown eyes’ we were treated differently from the others meaning that we couldn’t pay for light or heat. We barely even made enough for a meal once a day. I was sitting at the table eating my soup while my parents were in the kitchen talking. My house was very small, we only had four rooms; the sitting room, the kitchen, the hall, and the bedroom which we had to share. I was almost done with my soup when I heard a loud banging

There was never one day in my house where there was not any screaming. There was never one moment where I saw my mother and father happy together. There was never one day I saw my father go sober. My childhood is full of few positive memories, but these events have shaped how I approach the world and what I desire to gain in life.

It was a very cold and windy night, the wind was so loud it sounded like one of our members from our pack howling. The cold winter was slowly creeping up on us. The sky had never been darker than tonight it was a grey and black mix, kinda like our fur coats that everyone trembled over, but it was faintly streaked with purple. My two brothers, two sisters, and I have been our own pack since our parents died when they went out hunting following the rich smell of sickness and weakness towards town. We hadn’t eaten in days and our prey were finally outsmarting us as much as we hated to admit it and we were slowly starving to death. Usually on the prairie we could find dear or even bunny rabbits that were just waiting to be teared apart from our

Not a day goes by that I don’t visualize how miserable my life would have been if weren’t for my mother’s unselfish act of love. Marlene

Honestly my childhood did not go so well when i was little, I didn't have a precious childhood like some of these other kids had, Because when i was about 1 month old, my momma was on drugs and and she brought me to my grandma’s front porch and knocked on her door and told her here take her because i'm living in my car, and i can’t take care of her, all i had on was a onesie and some socks on, when it was winter, and so my grandmother took me, and i grew up with her every since.

After I told my mom that I could not have asked for a better childhood she just looked at me and broke out in tears. She said, “Jacob, you have no idea how much that means to me. I love you so much and you are the best child I could have ever asked for. You were a perfect baby, you did not cry a whole lot and you were hardly ever in trouble growing up.”

Every night, as I sat on the table with my younger brothers assisting them with their homework, I hear a familiar sound at the door. As she walks her heels click, and I can hear her searching her bag for her keys, the next thing I know the keys are in the lock and as it turns me and my younger brothers’ jump. We run to the door and indeed we scream in unison “Mommy’s home”, one by one she gives us a hug and a kiss. My mother asks us how our day was, and if we finished our homework, she then looks to me and said “did you cook and assist your younger ones with their homework”; I replied “yes mom”. As I warm the food, I take my mother’s purse, jacket, and shoes put them away and prepare the table for her to eat dinner. As I glance at the

Any women can be a mother but it takes someone special to be a mother. Having someone in your life who means so much to you is a blessing. My Mom, Fatima was born on June 4, 1973. Moving to her appearance, I could say that the way she acts says a lot about her personality. She is the kind of person that is interesting to listen. Every time I listen to her, I learn something new. The moment she had me in her life was also a blessing for her. Im her third daughter. She is someone who cheers me up while I’m feeling sad. Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Her smile is the only thing that will make me happy throughout the day. Her guiding hand on my shoulder will remain forever. Ever since her childhood, my mom was taught that

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.