Descriptive Essay About My Mother

​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.

It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari

My grandmother moved about as much as her husband did. Eyes glazed over, locked onto closed lids.

No matter how stressful life gets for me or how chaotic life can become there has always been one person that I know I 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 up it was my mother who I primarily lived with and it was her who had the greatest influence on my life growing up.

I would describe my mother as a gorgeous, splendid, delicate, exquisite, and delightful, woman. She gave birth to me as a young lady. She was the first person that I saw and in my opinion, she was the best mother in the whole universe .First of all, my mother didn’t get very much sleep when I awakened in the middle of the night crying. Second of all, she changed my diapers whenever I wet myself, and watched me laugh every time that I smiled at her appearances. Third of all, she watched me when I first began to walk. Of course, she was

The sobs are what awoke me that day. I was in my bedroom in Saint Simons Island, Georgia. She was crying and saying something to me, but through the sobs, it was incomprehensible. Eventually she composed herself enough that I could understand, even through the still rapid sobs.

Since I was a little girl my mother always taught to be strong, but in a mannerly way. She had to grow up quite fast, because she was born into a warzone, which made her very independent and strong at a young age. In our culture, it’s unusual to have a friendship with your parents because it should be more of a private relationship. Thankfully, my parents and I had an open relationship about everything and get to express my feelings without having to hide them. For my mother, she witnessed things kids her age should not, she gone through things many did not, and she also suffered a lot of pain and deaths of her loved ones. “I remember being so scared of my mother’s corpse, and I had to ask myself why I was scared, the woman lying there is my mother,” she said as she was reminiscing about her mother’s death. I wondered to myself of how it must have been for her; but she continued on to tell me the story. “A few months later we lost your uncle and we didn’t worry because we knew that mom was up there waiting for him, but then we had your oldest brother and he died from an overdose on malaria vaccination when he was only seven months.” Hearing her going through that made me feel like I got stabbed in the chest. I just sat there and thought about how empty and lonely she must have felt during those years. She later told me, “sometimes we lose the big things in our lives so that our eyes can open up to all the little things we take for granted.” Anytime I would

The cold air from the air conditioner in the corner of the room made the hair on the back of my neck stand up that alerted me to a drowsy awake. My head was spinning when I opened my eyes. Hospitals always have a musky smell of anesthetics and iodoform. I looked up at my mom and asked her “Are you okay mom?”. Her pale face and raspy voice made me sick. She replied and said, “I’m fine honey, go back to bed.” I managed to put my head down on the cold floor that screamed a cleaning. I fell back asleep acouple of minutes later. “We have to take your vitals Cindy wake up.” The nurses voice sounded concerned and frightened. I woke up and started to get ready so I could go to the first day of first grade. I was wearing a bright orange turtle neck with dark colored jeans with acouple of holes in them. The kids at school were all aware that I couldn’t offord brand names. I knew why my mom was in the hospital no one had to tell me. She always wore a plaid shirt with a button that would unclasp like a tiger trying to get out of its cage. My mom was an alcoholic and spent most of her time drinking her life away. After school, I went back to the cold hospital that I absolutely hated. My mom was getting released and was signing abunch of papers letting her leave. “Mom please stop drinking, you are going to die and not see me go to college.” My grandparents were always at the hospital but they tried to ignore the pain that would shoot through them like a bullet penetrating a target.

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.

November 12, 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.

Something about my mom just helps me always stay positive. Whether it's the way she lives life to the fullest, the troubles that she has gone through, or the way she bounces back from those troubles. My mom has always kept her positive act on, and I don’t know how she does it. She will always be the person in the room that is the most bubbly and excited about life. She has gone through hard times but though hope has guided her through hard experiences with life.

When one thinks of their mother they think she is the best at everything. The one who cooks the best, loves the most, always giving us kids kisses and hugs when she leave us to school. Mothers are the bravest, strongest, hardworking, and loving human beings on Earth, at least that is how I view my mom. She is always doing something for my siblings and I. Always keeping things organized, moving and doing. When I was 13, I wondered what was in her mind, what is she thinking? She started to look horrible in a condition that seemed rare that I have never witnessed before. All I could do was ask my dad, but he never said anything, I ask her, but she to never said anything. What could a kid do? “There is nothing I can do”, is what I always told myself.

At times, I would say to myself that my mom isn’t like any other women. She is someone different that is determined to do things to get us what we wanted. i'm so blessed that I have a beautiful mother that always cares for me. my mom would do anything for her kids to make them happy. I really like to thank my mother for showing me what a truly hard working women is.

At just over five feet tall, she was the kind of woman that you saw on the street and knew to move out of her way. Her demeanor was strict, her hands tied with thick blue veins, criss­crossing over her thin, frail fingers.

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.