My Mother As A Mother

One weekend, we had decided to clean out the house to surprise my mother. My father found papers stashed away that revealed theft charges; my mother had stolen medication when she substituted for the nurse in my elementary school. I remember my dad scouring the house for more evidence, even finding a stash of pill bottles under their mattress. She had another court date coming up that he learned about, just a few weeks before a family trip to Disney. Shortly after that hearing, my family took our last vacation as a whole, knowing that a key member would be lost to us the Monday after our return; she was going into work-release for two months. Before the end of those sixty days, my father learned that my mother had been unfaithful. Their marriage ended, and at eleven and nine, my sister and I said what we didn't realize would be goodbye to our mother for a great while. Her drug abuse continued, and months of time would pass between visits. We saw that sweet, ideal mother devolve into an addict. This loss has shaped me greatly, and it has taught me integrity, strength of character, and great love for others; without these things, my mother cost herself her family and

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

Providing physical and emotional security for each child and helping each child to know, accept, and take pride in him or herself while developing a sense of independence is my responsibility as a child caregiver. Part of my responsibility is treating each child as an individual and promoting their own strengths and needs as they grow. To encourage growth in each of these areas I use books, pictures, stories, and discussions to help children identify with positive events and experiences in their lives. I help to ensure each of my children feel love, affection, and security through consistent encouragement and positive reinforcement.

There are many things I wouldn’t put past my estranged mother: she’s trolled me in the comment section of my online articles, publicly disowned me and my sister on Facebook more than once, and put me in very serious legal trouble. But I never thought I would see her openly defending a man who bragged about “grabbing pussy”, nor did I think I’d see her outright mock victims of alleged sexual assault, especially because she is a survivor of sexual abuse and assault.

My mother has taught me to be courageous and always stand up for what I believe in. Every day, when I think about all that she went through while raising us, I really am astonished. She has basically given up her life for us making sure that we be successful in everyway. I can remember her letting me try out for club basketball when I was in sixth grade, the money didn’t even daunt her she always found away. However, when someone hurts anyone of us she has no problem standing up for us. I can

Moving along with my adolescence years, mine and my mother 's relationship drifted further and further apart. I found myself in my own physically abuse relationship at the age of fourteen till seventeen. When I look at myself, I see so much of my mother and the women she is.

My mother deserves to be called my mother because of she has sacrificed so that I could be the young woman I am today. Seventeen years, ago, she brought me into this world at the age nineteen with my father. I was amongst the group of spoiled children, at the time, who would tantrums in Wal-Mart over a Barbie doll I couldn’t have. In beginning, as a child all I saw was happiness and fun, and while that was true at home, my mother went to school every day before she would drop off with my grandmother. She sacrificed her educational career for me, for a short period of time, until she actually had the time and energy to be able to go back to school. She went back to school at UAB and achieved her Bachelor’s degree, Master’s degree, and her Ph.D. She is, currently, working on her M.D. at USA. It wasn’t until I was in seventh grade that she became a single mother. After my father left, times became hard. We had to give up a lot of things that could no longer afford on a single paycheck. My mother sacrificed a lot so she could take care of me. I can’t thank her enough for her

Internet blogger Helen Ramos once wrote, “A good son will never allow sorrow to befall [his] mother...and act as if he is an only child [who] cares...protects when no one dares...serves with his life in return. . .” While I could not prevent sorrow from befalling my mother, nor could I protect her; however, I have committed my life to serving her memory by becoming the son she would want me to be (Ramos). As a result of losing my mom, I have learned the importance of taking care of my health, the fragility of relationships, and financial stability.

After being away from my father for some time, I used to sit down with my mother and we’d talk about the violence that occurred when I was younger. I remember telling my mother that I was glad to be away from my father so that he wouldn’t hurt her anymore. My mother always told us that we should never allow anyone to mistreat or abuse us but we were somewhat confused because she continued to allow my father to treat her in that manner. The actions of my father had hardened my heart and I’d decided that I would never allow a man to hurt me, the way that my he had hurt my mother. I would defend myself no matter what.

When I was a child, I faced many obstacles that I believe children should never have to go through. My mother walked out on my sisters and I at a young age, which left me with no motherly role model in my life. This had a negative impact on me and on my self-esteem. I always came to believe that if my mother never cared for me then why should I care for myself. I was never fully able to have satisfaction within myself because of my past experiences. While growing up, my dad eventually remarried to my stepmom. My stepmom was a real piece of art ever since they got together. She always had it out for me because in her eyes, I resembled my mother, which she could not stand. With the conflicts I was faced with, my self-esteem was low and

It took me twenty-one years to acknowledge what a remarkable impact my mother has been on my life. The first time I hold my first baby, I felt like what I should do with this baby when she cry for no reason. I just tried to remember what my mother used to do with her grandchildren. Since that I can tell I’m repeating the history. I treat my children like how my mother did with me and my siblings.

There was a moment where I decided that my mom was wrong, but not in the context of a stereotypical, petty situation that is expected from a hormonal teenager (a young adult). My loving, logical mom who became a workaholic to raise me, had decided to allow a man she met in one week’s time to move into our home. Then she bought a car for him and filed for his citizenship papers and then he hit her so she distanced herself and then had my first sister with him. Then he hit her, but the police were involved this time. Then she had my second sister with him and then he hit her worse and yet she stilled stayed with him. This cycle of “and then” baffled me because my Vietnamese culture teaches me to always respect my elders and my American culture helps me to understand that a parent’s actions are for the betterment of their child. Yet I discovered that I did not know if I had it in me to respect my mom’s actions when I was the one who took care of my sisters so she could go to work. Nor did I think I could understand her actions when they were the cause of what made life so much more

What can one say about their mother? One may talk about her positive and negative

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.