Love My Mother

Having supper and just being with your family (and sometimes friends) each night was essential to the well-being of the family. “We would get together and play cards a lot with my grandparents and friends.” (Meyer, M.). As a child, the community embraced her and her family, so my mom loves having a close-knit group of friends around us. Furthermore, both of her parents were “fairly strict public school teachers” (Meyer, M.), and her father was in the military in the (INSERT WAR HERE). The strictness of her parents is evident by how they belittle me with a ton of chores when I visit. By virtue of this, she grew up valuing education and discipline, yet, this also placed great stress upon her at my age. “I was very stressed about school. I worried and was anxious, and I am glad you are not as overly anxious as I was.” (Meyer, M.) As she grew up, her parent’s involvement in their children’s academics and sports were vital, therefore, my mother is actively involved with me,whether it be math or swimming. My mother has had numerous influences, but what I consider the clearest way is through my willingness to work hard, whether it be to get excellent grades or to get a starting spot, and also to remain close with my friends and those who care about

Abraham Lincoln once stated, “All that I am or ever hope to be, I owe it to my mother.” Mother and child relationships vary greatly. Some mothers can have a very tight bond with their child, while others tend to be rather distant. The mother is responsible for caring for their child and helping the children grow. They should be able to guide their child down a good path, and not force them down a life that they do not want to do. This can be caused by many different reasons. In the book Joy Luck Club by Amy Tan Waverly has a distant relationship with her mother. The relationship between me and my mother is a complex bond that can not compare to any other mother and child relationship. My bond with my mother contrasts to other relationships

The line between being an acceptable and unacceptable parent is often blurry and is seen on different perspectives when it comes to class, culture, and generation differences. Based on the two stories of Amy Tan’s, “Two Kinds” and Tillie Olsen’s, “I Stand here Ironing” we see these two perspectives that derive from different maternal upbringings of the children in the stories. What is found between them is the conflict of being too little or heavily involved in a child’s life has had more negative outcomes during their childhood than positive.

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

She never told me how to dress a certain way in order to keep up with the latest fashions. She never told me how to wear my hair in a way that the other girls wouldn't make fun of me for. She never even told me how to apply makeup to my adolescent face. I don't think she ever knew how to put it on herself. My mother was always a simple woman. A brush of mascara, a touch of the gloss, and she was done.

At least from what I hear from my mom, she was very strict as a mother, but that isn’t really a bad thing. That just made her kids more enduring and hard working people later in life. Alternatively to her strictness, I have been treated with the utmost niceness by her. She’s always been willing to take care of my brother and me when my mom

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

How bitter the words were! If a child never get mother’s acclaim and encouragement, how sorrowful one’s heart feels! Here comes a contrasting comparison of western and Chinese parenting—western parents encourage and praise their child much more often than Chinese parents do. This encouragement helps them create new ideas, independent opinions, developing unique and sparkling characters. Whereas Chinese parents believe in the old saying, “a strict teacher produces outstanding students”, strictness and criticism are important educating guide lines for Chinese parents, which results in obedience and collectivism, compromise, no psyche and no guts to say no. But on the other hand, Chinese do behave better in harsh and high-pressured condition due to their strict training in childhood.

Mothers and daughters possess qualities,(Good Mothers/Bad Mothers) mothers really want their daughters to be like them but do not always say it.  Mothers also hide things from their daughters like Suyuan did because she was afraid of hurting Jing-Mei but when she found out that she had two older sisters she was thrilled.  Not only was she thrilled about having sisters but by finding them and seeing them she was living her mothers dream.  The minute she leaves for China to see her sisters Jing-Mei says “I feel different.  I can feel the skin on my forehead tingling, my blood rushing through a new course, my bones aching with a familiar old pain.  And I think, my mother was right.  I am becoming Chinese”(Tan

There is no doubt that a mother’s relationship with their daughter is important. Sometimes though the relationship can be strained due to the mother. A mother can do many different things to strain the relationship. Chinese writers Amy Tan and Amy Chua both write about mother daughter relationships with contrasting tones in their excerpts “The Violin” (Amy Chua) and “Jing Mei Woo: Two Kinds” (Amy Tan). Amy Chua’s tone in “The Violin” is a lot more gentle and effective than Amy Tan’s tone in “Jing Mei Woo: Two Kinds”.

The Chinese mothers, so concentrated on the cultures of their own, don't want to realize what is going on around them. They don't want to accept the fact that their daughters are growing up in a culture so different from their own. Lindo Jong, says to her daughter, Waverly- "I once sacrificed my life to keep my parents' promise. This means nothing to

I have been taught right from wrong at a young age and I was given the option to decide what I want to do with my life. This means that my mom didn’t give me many rules, curfews, or restrictions on anything because she trusts that I will make the right decision. She wants me to experience going out with friends and having fun because if she wouldn’t let me, she knew that I would find a way to go out anyway and she doesn’t want me to end up the way that she did. My mom is my person of influence and the person that I want to be like. I never give up on something that I want, I overcome any challenging obstacles that are sent my way, and I always try to push harder and do the extra work that other people wouldn’t do. I try to get the best grades that I am capable of, be as involved with the school as I can, and make money for myself as well. My mom didn’t choose to have me and she didn’t have to but she did and my ultimate goal in life is for her to be proud of me and see me succeed and go off to college because she

My mom used the authoritative parenting style. She was warm and accepting. She was very involved in my activities. She would come to all my school events and plays. My

David Michael Kaplan Another postcard from you today, Mother, and I see by the blurred postmark that you're in Manning, North Dakota now and that you've dated the card 1961. In your last card you were in Nebraska, and it was 1962; you've lost some time, I see. I was a little girl, nine years old, in 1961. You'd left my father and me only two years before. Four months after leaving, you sent me—always me, never him—your first postcard, of a turnpike in the Midwest, postmarked Enid, Oklahoma. You called me "My little angel" and said that the sunflowers by the side of the road were tall and very pretty. You signed it, as you always have, "Your only mother." My father thought, of course, that you were in Enid, and he

Jing-mei’s inability to connect with her mother arises from her upbringing. Mrs. Woo pushed Jing-mei to extremes with her parenting and failed to realize the lasting trauma it had on her daughter. Jing-mei as a fragile child wants nothing more than for her “mother and father [to] adore [her]” (233). The developing girl is looking for acceptance through her parents, but Mrs. Woo does not understand the positive reinforcement required in those early stages of development. Instead