Do you know what it feels like to have a mom who really didnt get watch you grow up? I do. My mom jackie chapman is my rock my hero as people would say without her im nothing but with her job and balancing my grandma cause of her health i dont see her much my mom works for the state handicap assotion. When i was younger she worked nights so before i went to bed i didnt get the good night hugs and kisses and i didnt have my mom to tuck me in a and say good night only because of she had to sleep to go to work because she worked the night shift I also didnt get to see her in the morning before school because she didnt get home to late morning when i was already in school so my mom didnt get to do my hair or get me dressed like every little girl wants there mom to do. After school i did get to …show more content…
My mom was always there for me step by step she was there. Let skip to 11th grade the end of 11th grade my go a new job doing the same thing still for the state in the handicap she worked days now. Hard ships came also with my mom switching her job My grandfather passed and we also found out my grandmother had uteris cancer. Ill never forget when i came home i could feel the sadness in the air when i stepped through the door i walked in to the kitchen and my mom shoed my little sister away My grandmother already has many other health problems she gets brouncituse very easy. So my mom went through the proess of taking my grandmother back and forth to watertown with radition for a few weeks everyday except saturday and sunday. As we came to the last treatment we found out she couldnt have the last treatment done due the fact my grandmother had to be put to sleep and she is to weak so the doctors were not for sure is she was going to wake up. My mom came home with her and they went through many stages of calling doctors and seeing if she could have any other thing done and as the doctors countined to turn away they kept saying we dont know if
She is wonderful and just awesome is even supportive of my friends and is always nice and caring to them. The girls in colorgard love her to she acts like a second mother to them. She also takes time off of work to help out at band camp every year. She is back school online and is getting her masters showing that no matter if you are an adult or kid you can always learn more and that's such a big inspiration to me. She has come to almost all of my volleyball, and softball games and helped me when I was having trouble with them and showing me the best way to do things. My mom also tells me to never give up like when I was doing volleyball I wanted to quit but she told to just finish the season and that I don’t have to do it again if I didn’t want to, I ended up really liking it and had a lot of fun. She even helped me to get back in a good place after my grades fell, and I was not in a good place then she helped me to get them higher and, try as hard as I can and do my very best. My mom is my hero for all these reasons and many, many more but the fact that I have her is a blessing in itself. She is kind, caring, smart, funny, lovable, Amazing,and
My mom has been through a lot with me she got me healthy even if she was sick during the time I was a baby, She has helped me with my reading and writing disability and has pushed me to do my best. She is a strong confident woman that is loving she loves to attend to people and has a great smile. She has shown me that even if times are hard you have to bring your head up and raise it high. I maybe a mama’s boy but my mom is one of my greatest role models and people I admire.
My maternal aunt gathered us together and we all sat on the couch. She turned to my mother and told us she had cancer. I looked at my aunt and I did not know what to say or how to respond. Three months later, my father received a phone call from his sister telling him that my pregnant cousin, Elizabeth, was diagnosed with leukemia and had to give birth to her premature baby. She and I grew up in the same house in Arizona and what hurt me the most was not being able to be with her during this difficult time. When we went to visit her in Arizona, my dad told us before entering the hospital room that he did not want us to cry in front of her. I was scared to enter. I did not know what to say to her but I knew I had to be strong. We stayed there for the holiday season but we never celebrated the holidays, that was too
That day when I returned home from school, my mom’s boyfriend called me asking to speak to my grandmother. Typically, Gus would call my grandmother himself if he wanted to speak with her, which was rare. I found out about my mom going to the hospital from my grandmother after that phone call. The doctor told my family that a stroke afflicted her in the middle of the day. My mom confused the date with her birthday, had trouble getting words out and remembering our family member’s names. The nurse had to take her for walks periodically and exercise her legs and arms because they were weak. Seeing my mother in this condition made me appreciate my mother and everything she does for me tremendously. However, I was terrified for my mother’s health.
From working several jobs at a time to make sure I had everything I needed, she became the reason why I was raised the way I raised. The lesson that “ I should treat everyone like the most important person in the world because I will never know when I might need them” was engraved in my head was owned by my mother. Sometimes she would tell me that she had holes in her socks and I knew it was due to most of her money going towards my private school tuition in order for me to be able to have the best education I could get. My mother is my background, my identity, interest, and talent. She is truly the one that has set me up for success, regardless of how fatigued or overworked she is. She is the person who truly defines who I am and who I have become to this
Growing up my mom was the only parent in my household, so naturally we were a very close family. My mom took care of all of us. She always made sure my siblings and I had everything we needed in order to be successful. She cooked, clean, worked, etc., she really was a super mom. Whenever I had a problem with something or needed to talk to someone she was always there for me. My mom gave
My grandfather's dementia had gotten worse with age. He had developed a habit of walking out of the house randomly. They lived alone in their apartment in Pakistan. One day he walked out the same way and did not return for a long time. We were later informed that he had tripped on his way and broke his hip. After surgery my grandmother called me, I was living abroad at that time, and said, "I don't think he will recover, he is in a lot of pain" I assured her otherwise. She said, "I can't live without him. I don’t want him to die." The helplessness and grief in her voice was agonizing. She would often call and cry, it became tough overtime as I was abroad and not fully aware of his progress. I am her oldest grandchild, and she treats me like
My grandmother, who is the mother of my mom, passed away due to heart failure at the age of 87. Since I was 6 or 7 she had been living in our house. The reason for that was, my grandfather, that I was named after passed away a year before I was born, so she was alone, and she was starting to get old. Since she lived with us for so many years, she had been a very important figure in my life. I can honestly say that she was like a 3rd parent for me, and losing her, made me fell horrible and helpless. I witnessed how real death is because of her passing. Combined with puberty, my grief caused me to become depressed for a long time. As I’m looking back it sounds really extreme, but there were some days that I did not even leave the bed thinking that there was no point to our existence. Thanks to some psychological counselling however, I was able to overcome that mental
When my dad came home that evening he sat me down and asked me if I knew what cancer was. I had an idea so I just nodded my head, he went on to tried to explain to me how bad the cancer was that my mom had been diagnosed with. Seeing my dad so afraid scared me. The fear I felt then led me to realize that I needed to try and hide it because it would only hurt my dad more to see his children so upset. I did my best to help, I tucked my little sisters into bed while my mom was away at the hospital, read them stories and did the best I could at preparing snacks to comfort them. After my mom arrived home and she recovered from the surgery she started chemotherapy. The miserable treatment that attacks the cancer also makes her very ill. Every other week she was sick. Before every bad week I wanted to cry, but that wouldn’t help anyone. Lane and Kenna already were crying, if I cried it could only hurt my parents
My mum, Shawn Meyer, is my hero! The reason she is my hero is because of all the reasons I just put into the paragraphs above. She fought in Iraq for eighteen months. She is very encouraging to just about everybody she meets or has to work with. She will support everybody in a smart way, like Donald Trump, she doesn't like him, but she likes very few of his ideas. She loves to be alive at this time treasuring every day with a positive can-do
At age of eight I moved away from a country leaving everything my mother grandmother language everything going up I was very close to my grandmother both my mom side and my fathers my father mom was the one who raised me since I was nine months she offered to raise me because me and my brother are very close we are 9 1/2 months apart or cold my grandmother "BIBI"similar to Nana in English, she took very good care of me love her so much she was basically my mother I slept in the same bed as her she even had my own parts to cook my food in them nobody else could used when I turned six starting first grade parents moved far from her house and they took me away from her every weekend she would ask for me and call for me I only got to see her like
When I found out my aunt had breast cancer I was devastated because I thought of all of the things we used to do before she died. I remember when I was younger she would take care of me and my brother since my parents would be working or my mom would be at school. When me and my brother was younger she would drag my brother in the wagon and carry me in the wagon since I was smaller then my brother we would go up town and run erands with her we would go to the Piggly Wiggly so she can get groceries, To the drug store so she could get her medicine and the people that worked their would give us some candy everytime we went and we would go to Bonnies when it was open and get a cheese burger. When she would cook she would let me and my brother
On January 22, 2016 my mom , Tara Nicole Coughlin passed away in Ormond Beach Florida. My mom was 34 when she passed away. It was a lot to handle. It felt sorta like I had lost the other part of me, the part that I thought I would never loose, the part that I thought would always be with me . It had felt like just yesterday I was on the phone with her and she was telling me the jobs she was going to apply for.
I come from a family of five. My mom Aimee is an occupational therapist. She hasn't been working lately because she has A.S. ankylosing spondylitis which is arthritis of the low back. My dad William or Bill is a mechanic and a farmer. He went to school to be an automotive technician but when we came back from indonesia we moved into my grandmas and grandpas house. Kicking them out into the hay field in a double wide trailer home. At that point my dad became a farmer with fixing cars as a part time job. He calls it spare time repare. My brother Ed is 18 and going to Iowa State to be a conservation officer. He enjoys hunting and about anything outdoors. My sister is Brie is 15 and she wants to be a occupational therapy assistant or a special
She had had her surgeries, making me feel helpless I couldn´t do anything. The fall months had came and this it when it hit me harder. She had begun to lose her hair and become weak from the intenseness of the chemotherapy. As a fifteen year old sophomore, it´s hard to overcome this negativity and adversity. Seeing someone you love and especially someone who has been there your whole life go through this kind of pain is not a sight you want to see; this makes you want to shut down, not do well in school, sports, and your soical life. All you want to do is make your loved one better and when you can´t it can be very defeating. In the months following my mom had always reasured me, seeing the women I look up to most fight this made me want to fight adversity just as hard. It gave me hope to see my mom in the stands during those cold football games, seeing her cheer me on even though it may have hurt. Then it gave me hope to see my mom there when I had won indoor state in track, breaking records and making my name, in the spring months. It gave me hope when when my mom had finished her chemotherapy and radiation and started to regrow her hair. It gave me such reassurance and a more positive attitude that even though she may not feel one-hundred percent she still acted like she did to support her kids and show the most unconditional love. She´s