Memories Are Special Moments That Tell Your Story

This pregnancy began with many nausea and sadness. I went to my doctor every month for my routine check ups. When I had four moths pregnant the doctor sent me to do a sonogram and that day the doctor informed that my baby was a girl I could not believe it. That day I was the happiest mother in the word I because I was waiting for that little girl since my first pregnancy. I thought I would never be able to have a girls because in my family were more boys than girls. For me I felt that I was dreaming, so I did not tell my husband any thing about the baby’s gender. My husband was helping me with my other two children helped in the housework, gave me massages, and he spoiled me with special meals.

The biggest memories that come to me are going to church in my hometown. Every Sunday was a special schedule. I got to wear my best clothes of the week, which was usually a dress, long socks, and a bow for my hair. Once my whole family was ready we would walk to church. On our way, my mom would often stop and talk to neighbors. Sometimes I would have to remind her that we were going to church or tell her that we were going to be late. Mass was an hour or so. After mass, my mom and dad would give me money to buy an ice cream or junk food. When I finished my ice cream, we would walk home with neighbors who lived on the same street. Walking home everybody would talk about how beautiful the ceremony was and how well the priest explained the Gospel. I loved the sense I was given by my neighbors. Comforting and belonging is what I felt when I was around them. McClay and McAllister refer to this as “anchor our memories in something more substantial than our thoughts and emotions,” which is my hometown connecting me back to my neighbors at my

Despite not knowing the gender of my new sibling, we were preparing for the baby in every way possible, whether if it was purchasing blankets, bedding, or furniture or picking out suitable names for a possible baby boy or girl. The 20-week gestation mark inched near, bringing the anticipated appointment. School seemed to drag along that day as I waited to hear the special news: was I going to have a baby brother or a baby sister? As Ethan and I sat at the kitchen table that night, our parents set a box in front of both of us, “Scratch Cupcakes” printed on the

Well, I suppose I should start with my name. I am Carolina Yanette Vlaun. I was born Monday, November 22nd 1999 at 7:14 pm at 9lbs and 1 oz in San Antonio, Texas on a nice and cool night at santa rosa methodist hospital. My mom likes to say that was the best day of her life after being in labor for 2 days i’d finally decided to get out. My dad said he was just excited to finally meet the baby that caused so much trouble. However no matter how happy my parents were the day of my birth my father had still wanted his first born to be a boy, instead he got me. I suppose that he would’ve named his son carlos after him, but since he had me he used the male version of his name and i became carolina. Whenever my mom tells the story she never leaves

My mom lost her mother at the tender age of five to uterus cancer. Her father wasn't in the picture any longer even though he lived in the same town. Abuelo Enrique would tell me some of the adventures that my mom got herself into, because of him I got to know my mom and I started to draw a picture of her, as a courageous young woman that would hit any guy that overpass with her or my aunt Pana (Abuelo Enrique's daughter). He would tell me these tales under a banana tree in his rocking chair with a glass of

On January 29, 2001 at around four o’clock in the afternoon, a beautiful little girl named Leslie Arreaga was born. It was the first time I was able to hold and see a baby so up close. When I saw her for the first time I didn’t know what to say. All I told my parents was “ I love her and she is perfect.” My parents laugh at me because I was only four years old when she was born. I just couldn’t believe that I was finally an older sister. I remember that every time a person would come in and try to hold her I would give them a look saying “ If you hurt her, I will hurt you.” Leslie was the most precious little baby I had ever seen in my little four year life. She was so chubby, with big brown eyes and a little heart shaped mouth. The day my

One really fun memory was when I was really little like 4 my mom and I were at my grandparents house and my grandma and mom were talking at the table so my grandpa and I started watching movies on this little tiny DVD player . We were

I was born in Kaiser Permanente at night. My mom said that my aunt drove her to the hospital. During that time my dad was at work. My mom said that I took the longest to be born and that I was the hardest to be born. My mom didn’t know my gender so it was a surprise when they found out I was a girl. I weighed about 7 pounds and I was about 20 inches tall. She also said that i was a clean baby and that I had smooth skin. She was happy when I was born but it wasn’t very emotional when she first held me because she already had 4 children before me. When my mom found out that she was pregnant she told my siblings so it was no secret. She told me that my dad had chose my name.

I had always been super shy and quiet as a child, this I believe, is what made it hard for my immediate family to comprehend the idea of sweet little Kimberly Ann being pregnant at the age of 16. It was embarrassing to say the least, having my entire family gawk at me. “What? I didn’t even know you were kissing boys yet!” My tia (aunt) shouted out, as my mother broke the news. I wasn’t a bad kid; furthermore, I received fairly decent grades and never gotten into any trouble—besides the occasional tardy I’d receive from spending too much time in the halls chattering with my best friends by my locker. I was the girl with my hair in a ponytail and a thick warm hoodie on nearly, every day. “It’s cold in there,” I’d tell my mother when she’d complain about the way I always

“Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment until it becomes a memory.” These words from Dr.Seuss still stand true, and are something I can relate to. I believe that you should always show your love and appreciation to your family members for what they do for you. Before my sister left for college, I didn’t realize how much I appreciated her and loved her for all the things she did for me.

One recent good memory was last weekend when I was on the verge of throwing up and she and I were laughing really hard over dumb things. I felt sick and my face was pale for a few minutes but the whole time Sierra and I were on the ground crying from laughter. After a few minutes I looked into the mirror and the

My sister, mom, and I had so many great memories together, so today I will only share one, because the other memories are ours and I don't want to share. I don't have one favorite memory of my mom because all of them were special and important to me. The memory I will share is when our family when on a trip for the 4 th of July , we decided that we were going to drive all the way to New York and along the way stop in Washington D.C.. We were staying in New Carrolton, Maryland and there was a clothing warehouse about five minutes away, we decided to drive over to see the clothes they had

Memory makes us. It is, to an extent, a collection of unique and personal experiences that we, as individuals, have amassed over our lifetime. It is what connects us to our past and what shapes our present and the future. If we are unable remember the what, when, where, and who of our everyday lives, our level of functioning would be greatly impacted. Memory is defined as or recognized as the “sum or total of what we remember.” Memory provides us the ability to learn and adjust to or from prior experiences. In addition, memory or our ability to remember plays an integral role in the building and sustaining of relationships. Additionally, memory is also a process; it is how we internalize and store our external environment and experiences. It entails the capacity to remember past experiences, and the process of recalling previous experiences, information, impressions, habits and skills to awareness. It is the storage of materials learned and/or retained from our experiences. This fact is demonstrated by the modification, adjustment and/or adaptation of structure or behavior. Furthermore, we as individuals, envision thoughts and ideas of the present through short-term memory, or in our working memory, we warehouse past experiences and learned values in long-term memory, also referred to as episodic or semantic memory. Most importantly, memory is malleable and it is intimately linked to our sense of identity and where we believe we belong in the world.

The memory of my mother will follow me wherever I go, and however far living my dreams with a gentle scent of her perfume and the shimmering of her laugh. She was there to show me how much she cared and She was there when I made my first steps. She taught me to smile and laugh.

I remember myself sitting near a little block with letters and my mother teaching me the name of each of them. She starts to sing me a song to help me to memorize the alphabet. It is so funny singing the ABC song. At that instant, the door opens, and my father enters the room. That is the first thing carved in my memory, and each time when I think about it, I conclude that we are the best family in the world.