My Mother : A Short Story

​Parents are one of the most beautiful things that could happen to anyone. They are always there by your side no matter what; they always want the best for their children. They can be strict and protective, its because they love their kids and they don’t want them to get hurt. My parents are special to me because with all the hard time that they had to have me and my siblings in their life they still fought for us and didn’t give up, even after 17 years of trying. But for me? The greatest of all is my mom. She is the one that I look up too. She is the greatest of all. Simple, funny, strict, protective, but yet she is the best.

In the story “My Mother” Jamaica Kincaid shows the reader that the girl has an obsession with her mother. The mother has a power over the girl throughout the book. The girl looks back onto when she was younger and misses her relationship that she had with her mother. The author shows this through intensely lyrical images and showing the problematic intimacy between the girl and her mother.

On November 17,1989 my mother Juanita Renea Ohlinger went into labor at 6:00 A.M. she was in labor for 12hrs. She laid there in so much pain at Providence hospital until Dr. Kendal Foster showed up and told her she had to have a C-section because her pelvis would not expand. The nurse hooked my mother up to monitors and willed her to the operating room, my father Raymond F Smith was dressed in hospital operating clothes. Dr. Foster began to open my mother’s womb and pulled me out at 5:25 pm.

I open my eyes for the very first time. I’m in a strange white room. I’m looking up at Mom. Even though I’ve never known the word, or any word, I know it now. Who else could that lady be but Mom?

"Anita began raising Darnell 15 years ago, when his mother began deteriorating in different ways. They've been through it all; she laughed when she talked about how much trouble he got into early on, and she shook her head proudly when she said he was now "the man of the house," helping with all the other children who have landed in her home over the years after their parents gave up. "She's my second mom," Darnell said. "I don't let that 'mother' word out easily, I really don't. But she deserves it." He told me his story matter of factly, telling me he struggled at times when thinking about his mom, in particular, but "I had to learn how to accept that she was doing the right thing for me when she decided she couldn't raise me."

Mom had a large lump, the size of a grapefruit, on the rear of her neck. She saw four doctors who all refused to operate. They feared she would be left paralyzed from spine damage. The fifth doctor, Dr. J.D. Fuller, agreed to remove the mass. The lump had grown larger. Mom had pains in her neck and arms like lightning bolts. Dr. Fuller stated his only way to remove the mass was by “blunted excision.” He made a long incision, reached into her neck, grabbed the mass, twisted, and pulled it out of her. The surgeon ripped muscle from her left breast to her spine and left trapezoid muscle. Mom was left with damaged nerves and muscles, but she was not paralyzed.

I watched her slip into eternal rest on November 10, 2010; she had finally lost her ten-year battle with cancer. The woman that molded and shaped my world, my mother, had died. Ten years before, the only time I dealt with the medical community was for my yearly checkup and vaccinations. Everyone in my immediate family was healthy and happy. Then she came to me and said she was having excessive vaginal bleeding but was not concerned because she believed it was just fibroids since she had them after she gave birth to my youngest sister in 1987. She was just going to go to her OBGYN to get it checked out, but it was no big deal. Two weeks later, we were all called in for a family meeting. The results of her test had returned, and she had stage

My mom, Alicel, was ten when she first moved to the United States. She is the youngest of nine siblings, most of which already lived in America. Alicel always visited her older siblings a couple times a year with a visa, which gave her six months to stay in the u.s legally. By the time she was 15 she was fluent in English and already familiar with American customs. She had been visiting America for 11 years before moving there permanently at the age of 21.

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

“HOME RUN, Michael Molaski! That’s his 13th home run this year!” Yells the announcer, “He’s now the record holder most home runs in a single season!” The other announcer adds on. Michael pounds his chest and sneers at his opponents as he rounds the bases. His smile full of hatred and power. The pupils in his eyes black, bland, but bold, just like his fathers. But deeper in his eyes were a red stew of anger. Michaels fist flies into the air,as his teammates surround him in the pride Michael lives for. His bracelet jangling as he walks “So now can I go to the party?” Michael asks happily, “No. I think you know why.” Yells Bobby. Michaels face turns red as he felt rejected for the last time, “Get out of my way, idiot!” Michael yells.

It been a week since Callie has had her first nightmare and Brandon has told his moms about Callie's old foster dad. Stef and Lena hearts broke thinking about what Callie has been through in her such short life. They just wanted to hold her and hope all the pain would go away, but they both knew that wasn't possible. So they talked to her, but she wouldn't say much and the nightmares have been daily since. the moms were at lost what to do.

“Estas loca que le vas a decir a tu papa? (you are crazy what are you going to tell your dad)” my mom said

I can still remember vividly the day my mother passed away. My mother passed away at a critical point in my life when I was seventeen years old from a short term illness. She was sick for a week and I remember thinking this could be serious, however, my mother declined to go to the hospital because of the distance and financial hardship. I had loss my father when I was three years old, so my mother was a single mother. I have step sisters and brother, but I was not particularly close to them. Losing my mother was a defining moment in my life for it changed my life irrevocably. I was devastated, but I had to become strong, proactive and it spurred me to choose a new career path.

In 1859 Henry Ward Beecher said, "the mother’s heart is the child’s schoolroom." I believe that statement because of experiences I’ve had with my own mother. I have learned more about life from her than from my 15 years of schooling. Over the last 20 years my mother has taught me many valuable lessons just by being a living example of compassion, thoughtfulness, and generosity. She is an angel that has protected and carried me throughout life.

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.