My Life With My Mother

Many people go through tough situations in their lives. Whether psychically or mentally, these situations can hurt us and emotionally drain us. There are all sorts of situations that people go through. These situations can range from losing your phone, having a broken leg, or losing a friend. Not everyone takes one situation the same way. Some things are harder for people to deal with; others are easier. People also do not go through situations in the same amount of time. Some people take years to move on from a situation, for others it could be days. In this paper I will be talking about my situation; about how it came to be and how I dealt and am still dealing with it.

I went straight to pay respects to my grandma. When everyone was talking and crying, I knew it was going to be a long trip. The only happy thing that happened was that I got to see my cousins again since the longest time. We tried not to think much of what happened and focused on our reunion, by plying on our gaming devices and catching up. But then the adults told us kids to go upstairs and play, but all I heard, apart from the 7 year olds play, were the somber cries coming from downstairs.

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

I would let out a chuckle the moment I saw myself dressed as a cantankerous butterfly. I would complain when I notice that I did not have as much pictures as my brother; that lead me to assume that I was not the favorite child at the moment. I would marvel at the places that I have traveled to and the exquisite sceneries that I have forgotten. I would be disgusted at the fashion sense I had back in the days. A ball of emotions would surge through me, but no emotions could beat the feeling of regret and heartache that I felt every time I look at the photo of my family as well as relatives happily together in front of the hotel

This is about the time my life changed from being a regular kid going to school, to being a stay at home kid caring for her mother and family. Now, im not complaining…I wouldn’t change anything about my past. After all, my past is what makes me who I am today.

In between the two world wars, America suffered from hunger and unemployment. This all happened because of the huge economic crisis, which struck the whole world in 1929. It is not unusual that this type of crisis can lead man into alcoholism and gambling, and quickly, a whole family can be on the edge of destruction.

Me and my mom were debating an the beach or a movie i decided. We are going to the beach. on a sunday.

The majority of three year olds remember playing with their toys not sitting in court house attempting to comprehend why they had to take turns to see their parents. Ever since my parents divorced life has been a constant struggle between constant arguing and family courts. I currently live with my dad because my mom isn’t true to her children. My mother has tried everything in her power to get my father arrested, I would get home from school with bruises from P.E. and my she would accuse my dad of beating me .

One way my past experiences have affected where I am today is through my mom. She has always been a big influence in my life and has sculpted me into the person I am today. She has taught be everything I know. She has not only affected me through my personal life, but also through my educational life. My mom is a teacher and taught me for 9 years all through elementary school. She has helped me improve my writing by teaching me proper grammar, spelling, diagrams, etc. I might not always remember what she has taught me, but she has still helped me tremendously. I am so grateful I had such a patient teacher to help me so far. My mother has affected so many different areas of my life that I know I would not be the same without her. This is not

My mother died four days after my sister Layla was born due to complications after birth with an infection. That tragedy convinced me that I want to become a midwife to make sure that other women and their babies survive that experience.

A defining moment in life happens to everyone, we are not immune from this, it is part of life, realize it or not, like it or not. Events throughout our lifetime will have impacts on how we live, some great and some less significant. The death of my daughter, Lizz was one that not only changed the way I live, but also how I look at life today. She battled brain cancer for two years, my family and I fought beside her. What was not realized was the journey with cancer, it destroyed my family, brought us closer, and made us into better individuals. In the battle with cancer, some choose to dwell and simply surrender to it, but many choose to fight this awful disease. Along this unexpected battle, I learned to be more compassionate, how to sacrifice for the better of others, and most of all, being appreciative of life. It is sad how many take things in life for granted, for life is short and it does not come with a warranty.

Shortly after the birth of my first daughter, my wife was in a car wreck. The accident, being so close to the birth, made her extremely paranoid about driving. After several weeks, the doctor released her so she could return to work. The following Monday, she found she could not leave the driveway. I received a phone call from her that morning in a state of hyperventilation and panic. I was able to talk calm her down that day, and told her we would find a solution. Upon returning home from work, she broke down and told me she did not think she could drive to work any longer. We discussed option, but none of them solved our problem. She finally asked if she could stay home with the baby until she felt comfortable with vehicles again. After a few days of making a budget, discussing the family finances, and goals; we shook hands into a world of constant checks and balances.

Parents are so important in a child’s life. I consider both the father and the mother to be equally important in the life of a child. The thought for me of losing either parent is heart wrenching. However, this essay involves the loss of my mother. At the age of fifty-eight she transition from earth to heaven due to breast cancer.

My family was never the one that went to church every Sunday, or prayed before meals, or prayed together at all. In fact, we still don’t do those things. However, what has changed from then is that we are all spiritually connected with God to a greater extent because of each of us developed our own faith over time. Growing up, my Mom taught us who God was and the tremendous amount of love he has for us and that we are all His children created in His image, but that was, for the most part, the extent of it. As much as I wish I had additional knowledge concerning The Bible and God’s word, I couldn’t thank my Mom more for only teaching me the basics about God. It was that which allowed me to discover God and my faith for myself and not rely on other’s thoughts and beliefs placed in my head as a child.

As a child, I remember growing up in an area of Atlanta, Georgia called Mechanicsville. This area was very diverse with people from various socioeconomic backgrounds. Often, my mother would share valuable life lessons with my siblings and me. One, in particular, I remember even to this day is, “Life is only as challenging or motivating as you make it”. Originally, I did not quite understand the purpose of this aphorism; but as I got older, the meaning became quite clear. Although life for me has been both wholesome and unhealthy, in hindsight, it seemed better than my childhood friends. If you knew the real story, you would see that my life is not as perfect as it appears. Just to provide you with a little insight into my world, I had a