How My Son Changed My Life-A Personal Narrative

I haven’t been alive for too long and I’ve lived a pretty normal life though I do know of one specific event that changed me forever. On January 12 2010 I came home from school like every other kid in Haiti. It was a completely normal day. My mom was cooking in the kitchen, my aunt was holding my little sister while watching TV, my dad wasn’t home yet and I was by myself in the living room playing games on my dad’s computer. Then out of nowhere I hear a deep low loud rumbling noise. Right when I start to wonder what the noise was, the shaking starts. Being a normal eleven year old kid I just sat there in shock and fear and just watched as my whole world came crashing down around me. Paintings, vases silverware, my moms china set, they were

As if every fiber in my body had been preparing me for this moment. A moment I would never forget. The moment when my motherhood switch would activate and it would no longer be only about me anymore. I finally had found my purpose. Now that I am a mother, I see the world differently. I know things that two years ago I wouldn’t have had a clue about. I know just the right temperature for bath time. I know how to tell someone has a fever just by feeling their forehead. I know what silly faces make crying eyes smile. I know just the right lullaby to sing to make a fussy baby sleep faster. Even though I did not know it before, I wasmade for motherhood. Motherhood has changed me for the better because I have a new found sense of belonging. I now have a purpose that I have been looking for my entire life. She is my purpose. Even though I do not sleep as well as I did two years ago andI am almost always watching Elmo or Boss Baby, I am happier than I have ever been.

In October of 2012 my son was born. I put my plans on hold and focused on providing for him. I wanted him to have everything I had as a child. My mother worked day and night when I was younger. I can still remember holidays where she'd wake up at the crack of dawn just to prepare a full feast and go to work that afternoon. I knew the importance of sacrifice and hardwork. I also wanted my son to experience the chance to have his father around. I wanted it so bad that I endured two long years of mental and

I recall tugging at my nether lands, and a swoop of hands into my womb. The doctors got the baby and she let out a cry that sounded triumphant. They showed me the baby and it seemed like they whisked her away too quickly. There is a fog around the edges of that memory. The doctors said that my baby was doing fine. My body started to shake and wouldn't stop. I was wheeled into recovery and then all was dark. I didn't bond with my baby until the next morning- seven hours later. She was beautiful but I felt very unfulfilled.

As I sit at home waiting for my son to arrive home, I think about how much he has grown up these past ten years. When Grendel was a young boy he would never go out of our lare. Anything and everything would scare him even a small snake slithering on top of the green muckey water. Seeing him overcome his fear of things makes me an extremely proud mother. Being a single mother has been difficult. I have stayed up a million nights making sure he is sleeping and is save. Also, I know my son needs guidance as he starts his journey in the world. It is my job to give him that guidance and help him when he needs some.

Looking back on my childhood and at all of the dreams I had, I have to realize that my life today is far from what I had dreamed of. Growing up without a mother and raised by an absentee father, I had to learn at an early age to take care of myself and to depend on myself for my basic needs. I spent most of my days daydreaming about the mother I did not have. In my dream world, she was well and alive: a beautiful, loving and caring woman who loved me unconditionally. I grew up, graduated from college, married a man with three children of his own, and realized that I still, more than ever, live in a dream world where my mother is well and alive. In my forties, I am a grown

Finally, the nurse came and allowed us entrance to one of our worst nightmares. There the whole family stood with the understanding that they were taking the ventilator off and this could be the last time we would ever see this amazing woman. Each grandchild took their time getting one last hug and saying goodbye. I stood waiting my turn thinking how could I ever possibly whisper into words the gratitude and admiration I had for this wonderful woman. The whole room was on edge trying to be strong for each other. Eventually it was my Aunt Julia’s turn. As she stood there holding my grandmother’s hand crying saying, “Momma, it’s your little girl, please wake up, I know you can do it, you’re strong enough”. I thought my heart would explode. Then, as my dad, the strongest man I know, went over to pull her away from the bedside he began to sob as well. This was almost unbearable to witness without making a scene. I gazed out the window with a desire to be anywhere but in that horribly bleak room facing this unimaginable tragedy with my family that was full of life and laughter. When my Aunt Julia finally was composed once again and acknowledged once again that this was God’s will she said fo the last time, “It’s okay, I understand you are tired. I love you”. The whole room seemed to begin to spin and true mourning was awaken in my soul for this amazingly wonderful woman that held such a

When I saw my aunt and uncle walk into the waiting room, fresh tear stains streaked upon their cheeks, I knew. When my uncle opened his mouth to say something and nothing came out but a child like squeal, my heart was torn in half. When someone finally said the words ‘she’s gone’ to the family members that had just arrived, getting my extremities cut off of my body one by one would have most certainly hurt less. I shut down and sat in that too clean smelling hospital room, little by little people began to say their good-byes to each other and leave, while I just sat. My grandpa walked in and I looked up at the red neon clock on the wall to see that a hour had passed. Without saying a word, he motioned and walked with me out of the room to the end of the hallway where my sister and cousin were sitting. The corner where the four of us sat, you could look out the windows into a sea of city

Everything started back in July 2012. I took my son Christian to the pediatrician for his regular checkup. When we arrived at the pediatrician’s office I signed him up, gave the secretary our insurance information, and signed the proper documentation. He started playing with other kids as we waited to be called. The nurse called us back; she took his vitals and measurements, and then sent us to a room. We waited a couple of minutes for the doctor and when he finally came in he told me that my son is in perfect health but he wanted to do some lab work because he saw him kind of pale. I said ok and we went to get the labs done. A week later I received a called and the nurse told me that she needed to schedule an appointment so I can meet with the doctor to discuss the lab results.

you lived a perfect live, worked hard througout school and been a faithful christian you whole life. you were respectful and grateful as a kid and never took anything for granted. you have worked your whole adult life on being the perfect father and dont think you could have done any better. you read the scripture every day and work extremely hard to provide for our family. you never yell or raise you voice and always keep your cool. you manage to bring scripture into punishing us. you struggled early on in your marraige just to put aside money to put us through college. i have done nothing to deserve it. you have been the perfect husband to mom. never fighting and always compromising to make her feel like she should feel. you are so

I remember being on a math class when I received a text saying I was soon going to receive an emergency call. The worst things cross my mind but nothing could ever prepare me to hear what I did. My mother called saying that my sister was under ICU because her former flu had become an odd illness in her lungs. My thoughts immediately went to my father. My younger sister had always been so close to him and I couldn’t even imagine how destroyed he might’ve felt. I was taken to a waiting room at the hospital my sister was in. The moment I arrived, I saw my father pacing back and forth from the bathroom to a chair. He was neither crying or sad but he did seem desperate as if his life was on the verge of being taken away and he was barely holding

There were three knocks at the door. My mind somehow was trying to convinced my mouth to say “come in,’ but for some reason I just couldn’t. As the door opened if felt like I was in a timelapse. I heard how fast my heart was beating. It looked as if the doctor knew what she was going to say, but didn’t know how to say it. I watched her lips form into the shapes of the words as if she was about to give a speech and had stage fright. And then I heard, “I’m sorry for your lost…” From that moment forward I heard sounds from her mouth but couldn’t quite make out what she was saying. This left me depressed but I realized it wasn’t my time to be a mother.

Through the love for my son, I developed the ability to remain positive even during the most difficult times in life.

I knew that one day I 'd become a mother, but didn 't know it would happen so early. I grew up being around children and have many siblings, so I thought that I knew quite a lot already. But, I never really understood why parents are the way they are with their children and why they do what they do. After having children I had undergone many changes and challenges that affected my life, because of the new title I had put on my life list. With that being said, I believe that having kids had a positive and negative effect on my life in so many ways and taught me many things about myself and understand parenting better.

A special meaning on my life has been becoming a mother. I was young when I had become a mother for the first time, but even thaw I was young I would not chance it for the world. I was eighteen years old when I become a mother to a healthy, smart and beautiful little girl, her name is Hayley Danielle. Once I had my daughter Hayley she had made me realize that becoming a mother at the age of eighteen was not so bad. Eighteen months later I gave birth to a smart, healthy and handsome baby named Austin Wayne. Having two children by the time