Mother Reflection Paper

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

My mother has helped me to understand myself, and to develop my characteristics because we have spent the majority of our lives together. One specific example would be in 2015, during an excursion to The Gower Peninsula in Wales, when, over a bonfire, we conversed about my father, and the subject of my conception came up. My mother told me that I was a mistake, because she was worried that she wouldn’t be an adequate mother, and tried abortion. This impacted me considerably, and it has made me live more in the moment because anything can happen, I didn’t feel like I was a mistake, or a failure or any of those labels, but I did realize that my time is limited, and I have to make the most of it. Another example is that during the initial split, my mother lived 5 minutes away from my house, and I would regularly make unscheduled visits to her apartment, and just talk to her. I comforted my mother, and we would talk for many hours. During that time, I hid my feelings behind my humor and

For this project I interviewed my mom, Lynn Pasko. During the course of doing this project and going through the questions, it made me realize how much I didn’t know about my mother. It never occurred to me how times have changed and how different things are now. I learned a lot about my mother that I did not know. Some of these include how my mother moved schools every year of her schooling up until her last half of junior year. I couldn’t imagine having to go to a new school every year. Not to mention how many friends she lost contact with and how hard it was to be the new kid every year. Another thing that had really surprised me was the hardest that she had to do. The hardest thing my mother had to do was after 9/11 happened, she had to write goodbye letters to my sister and I in case anything had happened to them on their way to Hawaii. Both my mother and father thought about taking different planes just incase if something happened to one of them, the other would still be there for me and my sister.

On September 6, 2017, I were documented for an incident that involved a University Housing policy violation. I was charged with violating the University Housing Alcohol 1.2 policy. With my violation, came consequences. I met with The Residence Conduct Coordinator to discuss my actions and came to the conclusion that I would have to schedule a meeting with The Campus Alcohol and Drug Education Center (CADEC) and with that, a reflection paper.

For my oral history project, I decided to interview my mother. I am pretty close with my mom, as we talk daily, and I am comfortable often to seek advice from her. A challenge that I faced was trying to find an appropriate date and time for the interview. My mom works six days a week, and I am often preoccupied with classes and school work. Another challenge was my mom’s hesitation with going into too much detail about her experiences. In addition, it was difficult to interview another family member such as a relative because I was not particularly close with my uncles or aunts, nor were any of them easy to contact due to variations in time zones. Furthermore, arguably one of my largest reason why I choose to interview my mom was because I never had taken the time or initiative to ask about my mom’s past. I had only knew of some general aspects, but never asked too much into detail. The oral history project was a perfect opportunity to dwell deeper into my family’s history and how they came to America.

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

On the seventeenth of November I interviewed my mother, Lori Evans. She is fifty-five years old and has been married for twenty-seven years. She has had and raised three children, Justin, Matthew, and Brianna (me). To me, my mother has a very loving and caring heart. I hope that I am like her someday. I asked my mother questions about her physical, cognitive, social, emotional, and spiritual development.

    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.

For my profile essay, I have decided to write about my mother. My mother’s name is Andrea Butler. I choose to write my profile essay on my mom because although I know about the majority of her life, there is a gap in the timeline where the facts get a little hazy. These were the nine months she was pregnant with me. Ever since I was younger, I had constantly questioned all the obstacles and situations she probably faced. She was in high school when she got pregnant and I can guess that she lost friendships, struggled to graduate, and overcame obstacles to provide for me. I wanted to write this paper because I feel like it would strengthen my relationship with my mom even more than it already is right now.

She was able to balance a difficult divorce, working as a substitute teacher, going to college, and taking care of us. I knew that if she could do all of those things for us, then I could take on more responsibilities around the house and in my brother’s life. Being my brother's role model meant that every choice I made affected not only me but him too. I always tried my best in school and listened to my mom in hopes that he would follow suit and do the same. At times it was difficult and I almost faltered, because like any kid I wanted to goof off in school, not do my homework, and stay up past my

In my budding years of childhood my mother and I had a marvelous relationship. In addition to being my caregiver, she was also the most substantial influence I had. At a young age that’s how it commonly is, your parents are the first people you admire, the ones who promote growth and development into our inexperienced brains. As I got older, I became more observant and interacted with more people, gradually, an immeasurable culture barrier began to build up between my mother and I.

In contrast to my parent’s generation and what I witness growing up, is striking to look back on. My mother’s role was an obviously stereotypical role. She made sure my dad’s dry cleaning was done, coffee was made, and he had what he needed to get to work. During the day she cleaned, did laundry, household errands and finances. She started cooking by 4:30 pm to ensure dinner was ready, and the table was set when my dad walked in at 5:30 pm. After dinner she cleaned the table and dishes as my dad relaxed in front of the television. She got myself and brothers ready for bed and put us to bed by herself. My dad’s role was to simply be the bread winner and back my mother on disciplinary

Pomp and circumstance began to beam through the speakers of the auditorium. My mother flung her cap high in the air. The audience hollered, hooted and howled as each name was announced. Tears went down my dad’s cheeks and his eyes turned began to turn light red. She walked across the stage in her bright blue gown and glossy black heels. My mother was my biggest role model. She had it all together. She was smart, beautiful and outgoing. I always wondered how she managed to always be right when it came to arguments. She loved to read and learn new things. Unfortunately, I was the complete opposite. I aspired to be just like her. I prayed and hoped one day that I would walk across the stage and hear the voice of my loved ones chant my name. That day my mother changed my outlook on life.

For the interview I conducted, I chose to talk to my mom. Her name is Teresa Stutts, and she is 56 years old. She was born and raised in Florence, AL. she is I actually grew up in the same house she did. She went to a private Christian school; my sister and I attended the same school as well. She started working at a bank when she was 19, and she completed 2 years of college but didn’t graduate. Her dad passed away in 1980, when she was still in school. He was the one encouraged her to finish, but she didn’t like school and got a promotion at the bank. She has two children, and she has been married to my dad for 25 years. Neither one of them had been married before, and neither one had previous children. My sister and I are their only children.

Over the years, writing has been my safe place. It has been a security blanket of sorts; an outlet that I can use knowing I will not receive criticism in the same was I do when I speak. Although my writing experience has not consisted of much, I have been able to grow steadily and learn how to engage with an audience. I can identify my strengths, take advantage of them, and work on the areas I find to be the weakest. It has fueled my passion for world change, even though I am still unaware of how it will tie in with my future career path. Writing has given me a voice that I do not have the courage to speak from my mouth.