Hope Christie Biography

adversity. For example having her father's love and support the entire time. She recalls him

She works a 8-10 shift, comes home to a family of 5, and always teaches us good lessons. She has raised us and Will continue to do So "You held to get good grades, don't get Played by boys, and always help others even it they did wrong. And never keep hate in your heart." words I've grown up with. those are the words of my mother. Coming home tired every day was her, but I never seemed to care. My mom, 45, is a thin yet Strong-willed woman. whenever she returns home from a long clay of work, she always asks for Massages And I ALWAYS complain. "Ugh, Why do I have to do this?" Or "What do I get in return?" Were my answers. Looking back at it I regret it when I was the one to complain and not my mom. I'm the one who sits at home all day and does

She aspired for something better for her children, her mother, and herself. Through grit, determination and force of will, she strove to give us a wonderful childhood while shaping our character, teaching us how to make wise choices in life and recognizing that every choice will create either an opportunity or an obstacle. Instead of sheltering Ellen and me from struggles, Mom encouraged us to take healthy risks and face challenges. By example, she taught us that by hard work, you can achieve your dreams, that putting others before self has great benefits and that staying optimistic is key. My grandmother taught us not to look at those who are worse off because there is no bottom to that, instead, look at those who are better off and ask how to get there! I can't thank them enough for

She makes excellent choices and is careful, respectful and thankful to our parents and her other peers. She is constantly offering to help out around the house and encourages me to do the same. She also had great leadership skills that I have seen her use very effectively. As part of her Bat Mitzvah project, she did a triathlon to raise money for Alzheimer’s disease honoring our late great grandfather. In the process Lily inspired two of her friends to join her and now, a couple of years later I am doing the same. This is something I am very proud of and I have my sister to thank. Lily is my role model and with the great examples she sets she has helped me be a better

That living and loving strong was once her parents. They always stayed involved with each other trusting their love to carry them throughout their lives. They were so compassionate, communicative, and got through conflicts quietly and privately. They loved each other immensely. “Now to your temporary home, your loft will be ready for use tomorrow afternoon. I’ll meet you there after your shift is over.”

Each and every day she is forced to love and take care of a man who will never deserve a woman like her. I can’t bring myself to live with that. Endless conversations have been debilitated with telling my mother it’s not worth it, telling her she has two children that love her more than my father ever will. Despite the pulsing nerves spewing through me with every word, the hardest part of those conversations are listening to how my mom felt. Hearing her voice crack as tears fill her eyes when she tells me she loves me. I’m her best friend. I’m the only person in the whole world who knows what her heart aches for, what she truly needs. And I can’t handle not being able to give it to her. It’s my liability she isn’t happy, I know there is something I should be able to do to fix it for

Living through hardships such as an abusive childhood and financial instability has never stopped her. Raising my sister and I by herself, she worked hard to earn two master's degrees and move to a high paying and well-respected profession. She has always been a source of support to me and has served as an example of what hard work and perseverance can achieve even during great hardship. Whether she is cheering me on from the sidelines, or actively helping me with something such as writing a term paper, my mother has always been a source of empowerment and

I remember the struggles she would go through with her employer to maintain her job in different factories and her having several jobs as I was growing up. I know her pay was not much, and she struggled. I think part of it was her growing up as a woman that caused some of these struggles. She did not have the education she needed because she was put to work at an early age. My grandparents thought she would be married and taken care of at some point. When this didn’t happen, my mother was left with the familiar struggles many women go through in trying to raise a family on their own. My mother was able to get us through school and was hardened by the situation of her earlier years, but now as she gets older, she no longer puts up with much and will state her opinion.

In the past eight years, I’ve had to deal with numerous hardships in my life. I was only in the fourth grade when my life started to crumble before my eyes. I found myself trying to piece together life at such an early age. My parents got divorced in November of 2008, leaving my mother as a single parent of two girls. At times it seemed like the three of us were not going to make it. We were on the verge of losing the place we call home. My father left us high and dry and in severe debt, but through it all, I never once saw my mother fall through the cracks. She handled every situation with dignity and pride. My mother always made sure my sister and I had what we needed. We ate even if it meant she had to go to bed hungry. Having to watch

She talks a lot and knows what to ask for. I am very happy she is part of my family. That I’m able to share great memories with her. To see her grow up.

My mother has taught me to be courageous and always stand up for what I believe in. Every day, when I think about all that she went through while raising us, I really am astonished. She has basically given up her life for us making sure that we be successful in everyway. I can remember her letting me try out for club basketball when I was in sixth grade, the money didn’t even daunt her she always found away. However, when someone hurts anyone of us she has no problem standing up for us. I can

I had the pleasure of meeting a young lady named Libby. Liberty Grover is a six-year-old girl who is in the first grade. She is the youngest child of two parents. While interviewing her, I asked her what family meant to her. She started with a shy shoulder shrug and a smile. After a little coaxing she opened up. She said “I have a mommy, daddy, sissy, and bubby. They make me feel good. A family is when you go places. Showing love at home. Playing games together. I love when my mommy hugs me. My mommy plays with me.” This beautiful girl smiled ear-to-ear as she made every statement.

She managed to graduate with a BBA in accounting from Texas State. Growing up she had to take on the role of eldest in the absence of my oldest brother. She became a role model for my other brother and I. She has always been there to help with schoolwork, to giving advice about life, and opening my mind to new things. She has inspired me to continue forward in education and for a better future.

My mom has gone through a lot to get where she is today. I will begin by telling you a little bit about my mom’s background. My mom grew up outside of George with her parents, Harris and Bev Kaster, and her three siblings, Erik, Brad, and Kristy. She attended George High School when they were still Blue Jays. My mom was involved in a lot of different activities. She was in the play, large group and individual speech, a cheerleader, played the drums in band, was in student council, secretary of her class, REC club, band, and jazz band. In her free time she hung out with friends and her sister. She had a few jobs growing up also. She babysat a lot, worked at the library, and the dentist office. My mother also helped teach bible school, catechism, and attended youth group at Hope Reformed Church.

My mother growing up always did what she had to in order to provide for my siblings and I. She wasn’t the most nurturing mother, but she did what she had to, the best she could. She was the provider and I would never doubt her love for me. My mother gave birth to me at the age of 16. She was young, and the maturity level at that age was extremely low. She wasn’t able to adequately provide for herself, let alone me. This experience hasn’t caused mistrust in me. This has actually developed me as a mother. I am now able to use my experience from my mother to better my relationship with my daughter.