preview

Becoming a Successful Woman? Essay

Good Essays
Open Document

There's no energy that can mimic what's released when a positive, high-stepping woman enters a room. The attitude of a successful woman is the fuel needed to drive us from idea conception to realization. I remember as a child, hearing dishes clinking in the kitchen, the smell of coffee, and the sound of frying bacon. I always woke to these little sounds that became a comfort when I heard them, because mommy was in the kitchen. She always looked at me with her big brown eyes and long brunet curly hair and smiled at me. She would pull out the kitchen chair and say “good morning lady bug”, I always responded with a giggle. I remember when she hugged me every morning her hair would cover my face it always smelt of roses, her body smelt of …show more content…

I was a very prissy girl, so I responded with a hair dresser, or make-up artists. But! “I love music” as I responded to my mother. I will never forget my mother’s look, as it still haunts me to this day. The answer I gave was not what she wanted to hear, she wanted to hear something far better than those. This day was the first day of the rest of my life.
After the conversation, I was put on home studies, I had continued to go to my mother’s office every day, in which I finally come to realize what she did and why I was there. She was one of the highest paid criminal attorneys in California. She was the boss, and the only attorney in this office we had always went to. I was put to work immediately learning how to answers phones, fax papers, and set people up for depositions. I was put in one of those pretty pressed business suits I remember my mother wearing growing up. The relevance to my mother’s actions was something that I found unusual from the way I perceived her as a child. She was like a boss; she talked to me the way I had seen her to talk to others, when that suit was on. My mother’s actions and criticism towards me was molding me into a professional woman, as she used to say. I grew to hate my mother. I hated the way I was scolded for doing something wrong, the way she looked at me as though I was the stupidest person she had ever seen, and dictated every little thing to me. I never could

Get Access
Related
Get Access