I Wish

Nevertheless, it was challenging for a single mother to raise three kids without financial and emotional support. At that time my mother was a housekeeper, and she and my father divorced when I was six-years old. She is a tenacious women. Moreover, she is supportive, hardworking and possesses a magnificent sense of humor. While I was in school, my mother worked long hours and by the time I arrived home she barely had energy to cook dinner, or check out my academic progress. However, even when she was mentally and physically exhausted, she always cooked for me and my

You know those time when you think to yourself “How did I arrive on planet Earth?” Your mother, if she could hear your thoughts would respond with “you are here because of me.” After she tells you that, you thank her for all the labor pain she endured during childbirth. My birthday is November 15, 2001. To me, that is a lot of time so far, and over the years I have come to an important realization. That realization is that my mother loves her family more than any material possession in this world. My mutter (aka mother) is remarkable because she endures a lot of challenges in her life, but she always finds a way to vanquish them. From dealing with my father’s ex-wife to dealing with angry customers in the restaurant she manages, my mother

I sat there in my room with tears flowing down my blush pink cheeks. Wondering what was wrong with me, as a salty tear ran along my dried out chapped lips. I thought to myself,” Why am I so miserable? What did I do to deserve this? How am I going to escape this life?” I started to ponder that this was the end of my life, this is how I was going to be, sorrowful. At the lowest point of my life, mother came barging through the door with the look of cavernous concern on her face. She knew that it was time for something to be done, whether I agreed or not.

I grew up watching my mother strive to give me a better life and become a better person. Amongst great difficulty, she decided to finish school and attend university. Her hard work and determination have marked and defined my life. Every day she had to work, then go to university and later take care of me. She excelled in every aspect of her life, teaching me that the impossible is overcome through hard work and

If you really knew me, you would know that I am ever so lucky to have my mom. I have a mother who cares about me, supports me, makes sacrifices for me, and constantly does what she can to help me. If it wasn’t for my mom I don’t know where I would be. I couldn’t ever put into words how thankful I am for her. My mom is as strong as Hercules. She is a single mom and I admire her for all the strength she has. She does it all by herself. I know it is stressful on her sometimes, but somehow she stays positive and calm as a peaceful sleep. I have great respect for my mom. I’ll admit my mom is a thorn in my side sometimes, but I love her and could not live without her.

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

My mom is a very perceptive woman. She’s always had a way of explaining the world and the people within it. It came as a great shock to myself when I learned she was extroverted, as I had always known her to exhibit introverted mannerisms. I had assumed she would be the watchful and quiet one, but she’s usually the life of the party. That’s when I started to ask her about her life. She’s experienced enough things to warrant a jaded perspective of the world, yet she still holds some appreciation. I owe her much more than just giving her a mutual respect and completing my chores. I attribute my perspective on the world to my mom. My personality was shaped from her open mind and helped me find my passions in life. I’ve always had a strong sense of who I am, what I want to do in life. I know that I’ll always be welcomed back to her regardless of any mistakes I may

There have been a vast number of lives that have touched mine. Many different people have shared a piece of their soul in my formation. However, it is my mother who is the most important and most influential person in my life. My mother raised me by herself since the day I was born. My father was abusive and she left to make a better life for the both of us. She has worked as many as four jobs at one time. My mother wants to make sure my brothers and I have a better life than she did. It hasn’t always been easy for her, taking care of us on her own, trying to pay bills and making sure we had everything we needed. My mom has always had us involved in sports at a very young age. We always were doing something or involved in something

I hear so many stories of my friends that merely dislike their moms, I’m so grateful to be placed with her. She is one of my best friends and is such a pure joy to be around. When people tell me that I am like her, oftentimes I am filled with happiness. I can only hope to be half the woman that she is. Yes, she is awkward, she is weird, she is embarrassing; but without those, she wouldn’t be Jenny Swenson. These attributes don’t make her any less lovable. She has a thirst to serve our Lord, which has greatly influenced my life. She reflects to me the power of possessing joy through even the hardest of trials. I wouldn’t be who I am without her.

Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough

But for a long time through all the trials and tribulations I rejected her for so long. We argued left and right and had so many fights when I was younger. Being taken away from her was a big peel for me to swallow especially from my point of view. I thought I knew everything and I just rebelled every chance I got. Over the years, I’ve calmed down completely and learned to accept my mother for who she is and how she has been there for me; As a single mother. She may not have always had it, but one thing she did have was love and that’s all I was looking for. My mom is very generous, she cooks for me and all my siblings. I remember that used to be all she talked about is cooking for us as a family and seeing us eat together and laugh together. Me and my other siblings have been with my mom for about 6 or 7 years straight. After all this I have told in my autobiography this has made me stronger than ever. It has taught me how to be independent. Now I accept everything in my life and I can move on from it. As of right now I am 17 and I’ve had all my time to cry about it and tell God about it. Knowing that my mom is a single mother I want to give back to her and take care of her like she’s did for

    In life, many things can be taken for granted - especially the things that mean the most to you. You just might not realize it until you've lost it all. As I walk down the road finishing up my teenage days, I slowly have been finding a better understanding of my mother. The kind of bond that mothers and daughters have is beyond hard to describe. It's probably the biggest rollercoaster ride of emotions that I'll ever have the chance to live through in my lifetime. But, for those of us who are lucky enough to survive the ride in one piece, it's an amazing learning experience that will influence your entire future.

Ever since I can remember, I've always been a source of worry for my mother; I fear that this will never change. Regardless of this, I know that my mother is a very strong, persevering woman, and that if need be; she will carry on.

My mother has been the primary caregiver to myself and my sister who is two years older. My mother was a single parent, who worked two to three jobs at a time, which did in a way affect our experiences throughout childhood. I cannot remember my childhood from when I was very little but do have memories from the age of 5 and onward. As I child, I remember having the opportunity to explore the outdoors around me. These exploring adventures had the appropriate supervision if it was needed; however I remember many things being experienced without my mother next to me or around. My mother had built a strong, trusting attachment with me during my young childhood years in which allowed me to go exploring and come back within a decent time frame. When I returned I remember doing a “check in” with my mother where my sister and I would tell her all of my exciting stories. My mother promoted her children to have safe amounts of independence in which I was to learn new things by experiencing them, and being able to know if I needed anything I could always run back to my mother who would be there waiting. These exploring adventures occurred mostly when we lived in St.Annes, and once we had moved back to the city as a family the exploring had more guidelines and rules. My mother was always loving and caring towards me during my young childhood years she would kiss my boo boos better, sing songs, allow me to crawl into her bed, make events overly special even if I had just lost a tooth.

I have always envisioned myself being a bride, a wife and a mother. I was blessed with my son at the age of nineteen and I have been the luckiest woman in the world. I am eternally grateful to the universe because I was given the highest honor; the universe chose me to be his mother. My son was born with the innate nature of humanity; he is sweet spirited, fair, well mannered, intelligent, wise, and very handsome. Although his love for me is unwavering and unconditional, I have always felt guilty for not choosing the right man to be his father. His father and I met when I was sixteen years old and I thought I was in love. However, love it was not. I thought by being everything to him and doing everything he wanted I somehow would win the contest. When in actuality I was the prize. After our relationship ended, I had low self-esteem, heartache and a brand new baby. It took many years of self-reflection to regain my confidence and self-worth. I entertained many relationships after my son’s father and they each taught me a valuable lesson about life, love and myself.