My Mother And My Father : A Short Story

My parents have taught me to be very open to new opportunities and kind to everyone. My mom in particular always showed me that I always have a voice in all situations. When I was ten years old, I went out to eat with one of my friends and her mother. Our waiter, who was a man, brought out my kids meal of chicken tenders with ranch sauce. A look of disappointment overcame my face when he set the plate down in front of me, as I had ordered barbecue sauce. My first instinct was to look at my friends mom and get her attention before the waiter left our table. When she noticed I had the wrong dipping sauce, she told me to wait until the waiter left then gave him a smile as he continued to serve our food. I assumed that she would call him back over to fix it, but I had overestimated her comfort with

“After the shopping trip fiasco, my mom decided she wanted to learn to paint and ended up trying to purchase an entire art supply store over the phone. When my dad forced her to hang up, she went into a rage so fierce she pulled a knife on him. She kicked and screamed and yelled at him, called him the worst names I had ever heard, until she was crying on the floor again. Dad put her into the hospital after that.”

As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my

I was starting 6th grade, my mom and my dad, who had divorced when I was almost three, started a custody battle over me. I loved both my mom and my dad, and had been living both with my mom and with my dad, each parent getting me every other weekend and after school half of each week. At the time, both my mom and my dad lived in Virginia, but when my mom moved to South Carolina, my dad moved to Wisconsin. From that point, my dad said he wanted custody of me. Mom thought I would be happier living mainly with her. What followed was an intense custody battle, which the judge who decided said was the worst he had ever seen. Whenever I was with my dad, he talked bad about my mom, and, while my mom refrained from talking bad about my dad, I could tell she was very stressed. Both of my parents were too busy with the custody battle to really spend a lot of time with

You don’t know how much I love my mom. She’s always been there for me at times when I don’t feel good. She helps me go through rough times, I just don’t know how to thank her. She is a one of a kind mother who is very unique inside and very special to me. Okay now i’m going to tell you a something that was going on in 2nd grade. So I was like around seven or eight years old and these two girls were bullying me just because I was the first one in line, anyways they both send me at the end of the line and my mom immediately went to both of Sherry’s and Melissa’s parents to let them know what was going on. My mom went up to them told them to leave me alone because I never did anything wrong and that I don’t deserve to be treated

The short story starts by explaining the fantasy land of having every boyfriend one’s ever had and trapping them in a village while they are also trapped on the outside of the village. So, the author explains how the person is waiting on the border of this village, watching these boyfriends live together. Doss then explains the boyfriends everyday task together like, riding motorcycles, getting drunk, and exercising. After understanding the concept of this village, the audience is introduced with the problem of the continuously growing population and how the area is overflowing with these men. Doss explains this in good imagery by saying how the men are sleeping on floors and in bathtubs. As he goes on explaining where all the boyfriends sleeps,

No matter the age, children are always precious human beings in this world and leaving them for just a few minutes can be a life changer, such as something unspeakable that can happen to them at any given time. When having a tight schedule parents don’t tend to think clearly, especially if they’re in a rush. Any parent would want their children to have a safe healthy life, knowing that they are in good hands. Leaving a child from the ages 0-10, by themselves shouldn’t be an option to consider. Children at those ages like to explore and figure out no things, even like to wander off, that isn’t safe for anyone, especially as little as they are.

Growing up was rough without a father in my life. As well, my mother was either at school or working half the time. I would be stuck with my grandparents, and I was the first grandson in both sides of my families so they never knew how to manage but buy me toys which I never really used. In some ways they spoiled me rotten. Right until my little sister Olivia and my cousin Roger were born. Then, I wasn’t getting spoiled anymore and was forgotten. However, this brings me to a time when I just reached third grade I was 8 years and my grandmother Sandra Simmons my mom’s mother. Decided it was time for me to give up my toys and become a big boy. So, I began to throw a tantrum and ask what the reason was. Well little, did I know my grandmother did a lot of missionaries to El Salvador way

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.

All families experience their share of good times and bad times, I can remember so many wonderful times. Obviously, there were bad times, my parents fought a lot of the time too. I can remember being snuggled in bed, dreaming of lollipops and cotton candy gum drops, only to be woken by the sound of faint arguing through the walls; I never did let them know I heard. There were several occasions I can recall being scoped into my mother’s arms and packed into the car, we were running to my grandma’s house. It always went the same way in these situations, we would arrive at my grandma’s, my father would come and speak to my mother, and then we would go home again. I never really understood it; It was my first lesson in adulthood,doing things

I woke up alone in my bedroom. Mom wasn't home yet, but Appy, my grandfather, and Ya, my grandmother, were right outside my room. I heard both of their voices yelling at someone. They were mad. Who were they yelling at? Scared, I slowly snuck out of the safety of my room and saw both of them screaming at my mom.

I wanted to do to my homework, eat and go straight to bed. That was however not my mom's plan. She tried talking to me about my attitude. I wouldn't listen. I ran to my room and slammed the door. I began thinking about running away. When I made up my mind I began prying at the window with no success. My mother, catching me in the act, told me “ If you want to leave so bad then go.” I did just that. I ran out the door to a playground nearby. I sat on the swing and began crying.

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.

My mother and I did not have the best, mother daughter connection. We did not communicate as one would imagine. She did her things and I did mine, but one night something just wasn't right. As every normal day I would get up get ready for school come back home make food for my siblings do my homework and go to bed. That night it was all going so well until I got home, I was not feeling well, I felt anger within me and I didn't know why but my mother started screaming about some shoes on the floor some dishes and she just kept going and going I couldn't take it anymore, we started arguing so loud my siblings went to their rooms to hide I was so mad my teeth started chattering slowly and rapidly, a waterfall of sadness ran through my cheeks.

“I am a fatherless daughter that survived your failure. I’m moving forward, my life is better than yours. I’m better than you, and you are missing out on something spectacular.”(unknown). An experience that has shaped my identity is when my dad had left and signed his parental rights. While my mom and dad were married, he was abusive and wouldn’t treat her right. My mom would leave me with my grandma so that I wouldn’t see the stuff my dad would do to my mom. My mom decided to leave my dad, so then my dad took my mom to court.