Descriptive Essay About My Mother

She tells me about my aunts and uncles, as does my mom. She also helps lift me out of the pit of rage when I feel like that. She feels for me and understands me the most other

Maybe it is the way she smiles at you. The perfume she wears lingers around like a memory of someone to love. The way she can fix critical situations with a simple hug. A mother teaches one from wrong and right, always to love and never fight. Someday most will grow up to be just like a mother.

I feel like she knows some of my struggles like math. But I have more struggles than just math and I don’t think she sees them as that big of an issue. She says I have good studying skills, but I don’t think I do and the thing I need to study the most (math) I never study for because I don’t really know how to. I do agree with what she said about my experience this school year, is positive and fun among friends and supportive teachers. I feel like she really understands me and says the things that i won’t say. I like to be quiet and I don’t know how to stick up for myself because I’m afraid to hurt others feelings. I’m glad she said that if you push me to hard before I’m ready ill shut down, because it’s so true. I'm very happy with what my mother said about

My mother is very intelligent, understanding and patient. She does not judge what I say and gives her best advice using her own personal experiences and things she has learned. She is very caring and empathic, but can also be assertive when something is not right. I trust that my mother always wants the best for me, making it easy to talk to her.

She works hard at whatever she attempts at, although it may not always be fruitful. Her job in the technology industry is very demanding, and requires constant attention to the new inventions and new tools added everyday. Keeping up to date on issues is a very important one, and one she does very well. My mother is also somebody who you love running into. Her attitude is like no others, always keeping a positive approach and being friendly, even keeping it genuine. Every time you run into her, it will just put a smile onto your face. If you run into her on a bad day, she will just ask how you are doing, or other really simple questions that will just brighten your day and make it more

My mom is very kind and honest, she almost never gets frustrated at me and my brother. She also has a huge heart that is filled with love

My mother is competitive she likes to be the best in everything she does. As mentioned before, my father always hosts family gathering and all my aunts and my uncles’ wives bring homemade food, and my mother work hard to make her food tastes the best. For example, she could spend all her day cooking just to prove her point. Also, my mother is a good listener she can listen to anyone and give advice about anything. Moreover, my mother likes to be unique in everything. For example, sometimes she designs her own clothes just to look special or shop from rare designers. My mother is sophisticated house maker and I cannot live without her.

My mother died four years ago from an asthma attack and not a day goes day that I don’t miss her! Initially, when I found out that she passed away; I was 15 years old at the time. As a result, I knew my whole life was about to change; I would have a void in my heart forever. Furthermore, losing my mother would change my perspective of the world, especially at such a young age. Although it’s hard to describe the pain that I felt, I can still remember her inner and outer beauty. Moreover, she fed me sacrificed proficient sleep. Also, I was very proud of my mother for going back to school to get her diploma. In my eyes, this made her a hero because of the obstacles that she had to overcome as an adult. To illustrate this point, she got pregnant during her senior year and had to drop out. However, being the strong, determined person that she was, she went back to school when my brother was six months old and earned her GED.

My mommy, one of the most important people in my life, the most selfless individual I know & probably will ever know. From the moment I was born, she was the first person I fell in love with. She is indeed gorgeous, but its her soft light brown eyes that show nothing but kindness the love you get from her make you feel warm on the coldest day. My mom always worked hard to ensure that me and my sister had the best upbringing that we could get, at times she was strict and often talked to me in a stern tone whenever me or my sister made a mistake. Of course no child likes punishment, but as I got older and looked back on it I realized that she was correcting me out of love & not to scrutinize me. Me and my sister always took pride in our mother’s appearance , I especially took pride in her eyes. I remember when she would come to my school for report card pick up , I wanted to make sure everyone knew some way some how, that this beautiful creature was my mother. I’ve seen very beautiful people throughout my lifetime, but very few, match the impeccable beauty that is my mother. The main reason I was always fond of my mother, is because of the way she used to take more than great care of us, especially when one of us were sick. She is a very knowledgeable woman who knew and made different at home remedies to care for us when we fell ill. There was never a moment when we were sick that we felt uncomfortable while we were sick in her care, even the shortest back rubs would put us

Beth a.k.a “Mama Beth” ,I know what you are thinking who calls there mom by her first name. 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 confused on life itself but Mama Beth was always there to guide me she gave me not only a role model but hope and love. She took me to church and help me connect with god again I remember the first time I heard her mention anything having to do with her religion.

A symbol that describes everything I want, would have to be my mom, she has been there for me since day one and have never gone anywhere, she represents: strength, love, and change to become a better person. My mom is everything I want to be as a mother, wife, and just as a person in general. I was born September 23rd 1998, my mom was born January 25th 1974. I was not a planned baby but, I know I definitely blessed my parents lives by being born. I did not grow up in the “typical home”, my parents’ divorced before I two, my dad was an alcoholic and was not around much when I was little, so it was just my mom and my grandparents raising me. I did not mind them raising me of course, I also did not know any better because, that was just how I grew up. I would say though that I had a pretty great childhood, I was always a happy child, and also a pretty good one too.

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 points are passion and support. Passion is showing a strong and uncontrollable love for someone or something. My mom shows passion by making sure my siblings and I are taken care of no matter what the situation. For instance, my sister ran off to Colorado with a man she barely knew, my mom paid 400+ for a plane ticket back. She did this for the reason of having so much compassion and love for my sister and her safety. Therefore, the price of safety didn’t matter. Support comes hand in hand in when it comes to love, my mom NEVER missed one basketball or softball game unless it was a broken limb situation. My mom’s love is deeper than the ocean when it comes to her kids and friends.

My mother's personality is one that can go from one extreme to the other; sometimes in the same breath. I can describe her physically in her present moment but it seems no matter how much she has changed or aged through the years, she remains in the present for my past memories. She is of average short height with, mostly greying, short black hair. Mom is heavy and has fought her weight for as long as I can remember. Her smile can make you "just know everything is going to be ok." On the other hand, her scowl ("that look") can and will make you go above and beyond her demand. Her physical traits would be described as the typical mom but her personality is anything but. Growing up, my mother was a stressed out, a mostly single mother who worked three jobs and was temporarily on food stamps (the old-fashioned paper kind). I had an "every other weekend" father (for a short while) and a full-time step-father which added to her already stressful personality. She made the best of everything and tried so hard not to show how bad things were. Mom made money, food, and good times stretch impossibly far. One moment she

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 one that would be on the same intellectual and emotional level as her, if that were even possible for a guy her age. She was reserved, yet outspoken when a voice was needed to be heard. She was caring and as graceful as can be. Always as light as a feather, even when walking down a busy hallway with her heavy books or through a crowded party, heavy-limbed from the alcohol. Her last few years of high school were rough, while the worse than usual rumors stacked up on the endless schoolwork which stacked up on her abusive father at home. Outwardly, she was still happy except on that night.

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 are thick and long, I have always been jealous of them. She doesn’t have to wear makeup due to the presence of her natural beauty. Even though she gets asked what kind of makeup she wears, I’m not sure she even knows what mascara is. She has an