Before having children, adults are just adults. They only have to worry about taking care of themselves. However, after having children, adults become parents. Unlike other adults, parents have added responsibilities with caring for themselves and now their children. Along with this comes endless worry for the children. In a parent's case, though, worrying is synonymous with loving, and as most parents know, it doesn’t waver. Throughout history, a parent's love has been captured in books like My Sister’s Keeper and in films like Everything, Everything. In “The Pediatrician Retires” by Sharon Olds, repetition is utilized in coordination with kinesthetic imagery and indirect characterization to illustrate the unending, yet rewarding life of parenting.
In the book “The Memory Keeper's Daughter” by Kim Edwards a doctor and his wife have twins and the first child is a healthy boy but then the second child that comes out is a little girl with the signs of down syndrome and he asks his Nurse to take the baby away to an institution while he tells his wife the baby girl died. Through out the entire book it is a struggle for Dr. Henry's wife Norah to have closure with the fact that her baby girl is said to be dead and she never saw her, held her, or cared for her. Kim Edwards shows through the whole book that we are only human, the themes that life is beyond our control and through the connection between suffering and joy.
Many authors include allegories and use symbols in their work to provide a deeper, hidden meaning for the reader. In “The Hand” by Sidonie-Gabrielle Colette, she uses the color pink to represent the narrator's newness and the movement of the hand to show her realization about what her married life will be like.
The parent interviewed is middle aged mother of two, which both are in their late twenties. She informed me that prior to having children she thought that she would never experience the joy of motherhood. Mrs. Digat married young at seventeen years of age and longed to have a family of her own. Unfortunately, pregnancy did not come easily. She saw countless doctors and underwent numerous procedures in effort to become a mother. There was nothing she wanted more out of life that to have her own little bundle of joy. Many years came and went without a baby that she so desired; Mother’s Day was especially difficult to endure. Then, unexpectedly after thirteen years of trying she became pregnant. This was the beginning of a
The other day I spotted the corner of an album tucked carefully under my mother’s wedding dress in the attic. In the album I saw a photograph of Father proudly smiling in his soldier’s uniform. There were photos of Father and I tightly hugging each other, grinning at one another, and Father playfully flinging me into the air. They were all frozen, nostalgic moments in time. Tears brimmed my eyes as I recalled memories of my Father. The strong yet kind, agile face with twinkling brown eyes and bushy eyebrows was no more.
The extremity of this situation already provides ample space for a human struggle to be developed considering the natural pain of childbirth and the rough wilderness of Mongolia. The reaction of the speaker shows how changed her mentality and perspective is by the life changing event that she experiences. Initially the speaker fears childhood and motherhood due to her own insecurities. “I didn’t like childhood, and I was afraid that I’d have a child who didn’t, either. I was afraid I would be an awful mother” is a statement by the speaker that expresses this fear of very important life stages early on. However, after pregnancy and experiencing the human struggle that childbirth entails, the attitude once expressed fades away. The speaker is in awe at the birth of her child and every feature of the new being is amazing to her – “Every finger, every toenail, the golden shadow of his eyebrows coming in…all of it was miraculous, astonishing”. As a result of being transfixed by the miracle of childbirth, the speaker’s insecurities and fears are erased as she is enlightened from the struggle of the “unholy storm” they described childbirth being to the newfound beauty of
The morning run pick up began with a nervous smile and a few tears from Mum. But after reassurance and a hug between Shelley & Mum. Mum seemed to relax a little. As I drove off up the street from their family home with Jett in tow all buckled in to come to daycare. Shelley gave a friendly wave goodbye to Mum and Dad. Hoping they were reassured I would love their child like one of my own. Knowing he was going to receive nothing but love, care and needed attention from us all at Shelley’s Family Day Care.
She decided to go into business purely to make a difference on how the elderly were treated in their dying days. She started off working for other agencies, starting up other companies. But the agencies which she worked for
The foreword also reveals Baby’s courageous step to leave behind all that she knew to be her abusive home and to start all over in pursuit for a better life with her children and herself, unlike her mother who did not have the courage to take her children with
I arrived home, and my mother had her hands on her hips. She said, “I asked you to come home early.” “I know Momma, but I met my future wife.” She looked up at me with a surprised look on her face. “Oh my! My son is growing into a man.” She smiled a tender smile. She
From prenatal development to the birth, a child and the mother endure many learning curves and emotions. First time mothers may feel many different emotions caused their environment and support systems. My mother, Suzanne, is a 48-year-old female and married to my father, Charlie King. Suzanne has given birth to six children; however, two of those children were stillborn. Although there are many pregnancy experiences, she chose to speak about my older sister, Audrey’s birth, which occurred 20 years ago. I interviewed Suzanne King to relate pregnancy to the theories I learned about in the textbook, Children by John Santrock. Suzanne’s experience is comparable to several topics discussed in the textbook. Suzanne was worried about hazards
She is a twenty-year old newlywed, pregnant with her second child. She wants the best for her family, especially the unborn child inside her, but she 's not exactly sure of the questions to ask, let alone the consequences of her decisions. The doctors voice rings out again waking her from her internal struggle, "Do you think you 'd like medication during the birthing process or would you like to adopt a more natural approach?" She looks again to her husband whose vacant stare has become all too familiar during these medical visits.
I nuzzled my head closer to the scratchy grey wool of my dad’s sweater. Smaller shoulders under stronger ones; a posture I grew to become acutely aware of. His shoulders: large enough to bear the heavy burdens that all dads must carry – specifically the weight of a daughter. Not that I was unwanted. No, my weight came from the enormous amount of his love that I had consumed. His love for me, his concern for me…vested into my life in the way only a daughter can demand from her father. My breath caught in my throat as I breathed in the smell of antiseptic, pine, and bread. One more breath in and out. I wished I could stay right where I was: perfectly content, home. But time does not stop, even for moments so pure they feel as timeless as the