How My Mom Impacted My Life

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After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

My Mom influenced me that I could be any sport that I could, and I could be the goalie on the team.

We didn’t swim about ten feet when a big snorkeling boat came to our rescue. A man took my sister and I, and lead us on the boat and then took the canoe and hosted it on the boat as well. He said,” Are you guys okay?” and then my sister and I said,” We are okay now, but we were so scared!” Then we told him that are brother was swimming toward shore. Then they went and picked up brother who was still swimming for dear life not even knowing the snorkeling boat was behind him! All three of us kids were a complete mess! While on the boat, my sister, brother, and I were in a quiet mood of panic. When I got back on the shore, I saw my mom smiling and then laughing. At first, I was a little irritated because she was laughing and her kids could have been killed! But then after my mom told me she knew we would be safe because one of the workers was already coming to get us, but the other snorkeling boat saw us first.

My Integrative paper is based on my grandmother who has played a very important role within my life. Through my life my grandmother has been a constant source of support who has provided our family with loving care over many decades. She has experienced many struggles, triumphs, changes, and up’s and downs over the course of her life. As she approaches her ninety third birthday she is still a vibrant source of energy, companion, love and strength for myself and my family.

My life compared to my mother's life is in many ways very different and in other ways a lot alike. The differences are there mostly because I was born into a different era. In 1928, my mother's life started out during the end of the Roaring 20's. It was a time of change in America. People were shocked at the short skirts, the drinking and smoking that the young women were participating in then. As the economy came to a crashing halt with the disastrous collapse of the stock market in October of 1929, so did many of the free and "high filutin" attitudes of the 20's.

It is a surreal feeling knowing how much you can impact someone’s life as a parent, but the shocking part of this matter is how much it makes you change in the process as well. I want to show my daughter to appreciate and look for the good within everything throughout her life as I have learned through my time as a parent. I had my daughter when I was fifteen years old and this experience has helped shape me into the person I am today.

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.

My mom left us nine years ago. On a hot summer day, mom puts us into her gray Chevy car, drove my brothers and me to our grandparents, and dropped us off. The car radio flashed 12:45 pm, the time we always left. Grandpa babysat us all the time, so it seemed like a normal day, but she never returned. She did not die; she just stopped being my mom and never came back. My life took a dramatic turn and changed that day forever.

Growing up I didn’t have much to worry about. I lived in a good neighborhood, a spacious house, and, for the most part, I got what I wanted. My friends called me spoiled, which I didn’t believe, but I know now I wasn’t grateful for what I had at the time. A trip I took with my mom changed my outlook on life.

This essay is about how my family has raised me since the day that I was born. Also, I will talk about my illness and the community around me how they have helped me throughout life.

I was on my way to get a haircut when my mother learned that her 19-year-old sister in law had gone into labor, she was six months pregnant. She gave birth to a very fragile baby girl that same day, but my aunt’s condition got worse and we spent the next hours visiting blood banks trying to get O- blood for her. I was 16 at that time, and felt so frustrated I could not do more than making phone calls to blood banks, not even donate blood, since I was not 18 at that time; she died that same day. My aunt lived in a rural area in Mexico, and while she received prenatal care, she developed eclampsia in Tijuana while visiting her family. My mother took care of the hospital needs of my tiny cousin, but the baby died a week after being born. A month later my mother was diagnosed with a severe case of anxiety and depression, to which she still has not recovered. While through these life-altering events I lost two family members and my mother’s health changed forever, I found my career goal: Medicine. I might never be able to know if more could have been done to save these lives, but this has inspired me to pursue the medical field in order to have the knowledge and skills to make a positive difference for people in need of medical care.

When I was young, being a teenage mother was taboo. It was so taboo, that I thought for a very long

The one factor that has shaped me more than anything is my family; specifically my mother. My mom is the strongest person I know, and she has been through absolute hell, but despite that, she has remained a loving, caring, and helpful person. It is because of my mother that I have strived to have these same qualities if not more. After the death of her husband, the biological father of my siblings, my mother raised three children by herself. My father was never in my life and still isn’t to this day. I was five years old when my mom’s husband and the only father I ever knew was taken from us. While he was trying to protect his family; he was gunned down in a home invasion. To this day I can remember the look on my mother's face when she picked me up and with tears streaming down her face told me that my father had died. The next couple of days were a blur as she packed us up and moved us from Pennsylvania to Virginia and then again to North Carolina. Years later I asked her why she did this and she said she thought the best place for us would be around family. She didn’t move back to a family that she rarely got along with for her, but because she knew that after losing our father we had a hole in our life that could only be filled with the love that family can offer.

One of the hardest points in my life started in 2015. I had just turned fifteen years old and I felt like my world was crumbling because I had just found out that my parents were getting divorced. Now, at first, it did not really hit me because my parents, ever since i was a little girl, were always splitting up and then getting back together 3 months later, but it was different this time.(75)