can turn to, my mother. She’s been a wealth of advice to call on when I’m clueless and a shoulder to cry on when I’m down. Her compassion for others inspires me to be a better person as does the guidance she has given me over the years. She’s not afraid to give me a reality check and to tell me the things I don’t want to hear even though I need to. She keeps me grounded and teaches me to appreciate the smaller things in life. Even though my father was still involved in my life after my parents split
well that’s the cool thing about my family we aren’t the average traditional family, and Mama Beth isn’t really my mom but at the same time she is. Hard to grasp the concept? yea i know how you feel. Beth is the closest thing i have to a mom at this point in time in my life she is strict and hard headed when need but caring and understanding. It was hardly even a month into my stay with Beth, Bri and Brayden when we actually started to face and understand the problems of my life. I was hurting and
I was the one who discovered it. It was shocking and almost unbearable to see someone who I had known since kindergarten to be so full of light, draped across the bed without a speck of color. Despite her hardship in her latter years, Aimee was a character of joy, always seeing the best in everyone and everything. She had no outspoken enemies, although not everyone was as thoughtful to her as she was to them. Her only known adversaries were the boys who she always would turn down. She waited for
Most of my family photo albums are packed with pictures of me with my grandmother. There she is, bathing me as a newborn, and there again, holding me as a little girl, a huge grin lighting up my face. Her name is Maria Luisa Lishner de Albertis, and though everyone has always called her Lucha, to me she has always been Mami. For every moment of my life, she’s been there: every single recital, ceremony, or event I’ve been a part of; all the home cooked meals she’d wake up early to cook for the family
eyes. Actually, my hair was barely there, I was pretty much a bald baby. I was ever so loved by my parents and had a big sister who was protective of me. I grew up with a huge extended family who loved me unconditionally. I had two great grandparents, four grandparents, five aunts, five uncles, and twenty cousins all portraying different forms of love as I grew older and older. As all people tend to pick favorites in the family, I am guilty of it as well. I got extremely attached to my paternal grandmother
My mother Christy Rehn has many great qualities that make up who she is today. First, to give a physical description; she is a female and is 44 years old about 5’5 . She has short dark brown hair that goes down to her shoulders. Her eyes are as brown as a bear and are very fast moving. One great quality is that my mom is very funny. She enjoys a good laugh when she's feeling happy or not feeling well at all. She enjoys spending time with her family. Especially, going to the movies as well as sitting
This is a book all about me, Candaliah Emers. I was named after my aunt’s child that she had to give up for adoption because she was too young to take care of her. My mother graduated high school at the age of 16. She was supposed to be a junior when she started college. When my mom was born, it was said that she was a model baby. She has the most breathtakingly beautiful brown eyes that you have ever seen. When she’s in the sunlight, they look almost a caramely orange-yellow color. Her eyelashes
adjusting the dress to fit me properly. "Look in the mirror and tell me what you think." "Wow, the dress look fantastic. You did an amazing job, how did you learn how to sew?” The dress fits me almost perfectly like she is almost a professional. "My mother taught me, she made
She was my mother. A woman like no other. For you all our fate together was meant to be. While i sit here with her now, iI gaze out the snowy no y covered window and iI reflect. My existence formed in a vast, dark, and lonely place. There are others, many others, although we are all alone. Drifting, floating, passing through time and space. No purpose or guide. It was beautiful, magical and almost unreal. Until i felt a pull. Now this pull
1998, I first laid eyes on the woman I would call my symbol for the rest of my life. “First my mother, forever my friend(unknown)”. Not everyone has a symbol like Tanya Clark, but she is everything you desire to be. Mom is unblemished when it comes to representing love, strength, and independence. When it comes to love there are many different branches you can break it down into things such as; caring, acceptance, trust, passion, and support. My mom shows these qualities of love but her two strongest