My Wonderful Mom Is My Mom

In conclusion, my mom has influenced me by her creativeness, education, and support. Even though my mom isn’t the perfect mom, she has showed me so many positive things in my life. The most important thing is that my mom is there when I need her and she is always supporting my dreams. All I want is to make my mom proud, just how she made me proud when she accomplished her

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

I’ve learned through the eyes of my mother that life isn’t easy. My mother has come a long way after losing her mother at a very young age and growing up with her father and grandmother and five siblings, one being a twin. My mom’s dad had to make sacrifices while raising my mom and her siblings; it wasn’t easy growing up without her mother, my mom put herself through college with the help of her dad. My mom has a successful career and is married and is raising a happy family. Initially I thought of a celebrity as a person with the most influence in my life, but as I thought about it, I realized my mother has had the most influence in my life, always smiling, laughing and having fun. When my

Music with some stress occasionally and she likes to talk to people that are trustworthy to her. She deals with conflict by simply walking away. It complements the power she know she has over herself. Her close friends would describe her as thoughtful, caring, and dramatic. She listens to stories from strangers just to hear them out and assure they’re heard and cared for. She's soft in soft moments from movie scenes to actual real-life touching situations asserting her emotion in all ways. She’s also dramatic. When she’s dramatic it’s “over the top dramatic,” especially when the problems are simple. She’d choose to have mind reading ability out of any superpower. She would like to further understand the human mind. She also believes in spirits and demons and she’s interested in ghost topics. But she doesn’t believe in aliens or any other extra terrestrial organisms. She’s not that big of a science geek. Science is her least favorite class subject. Also we touched on world topics. If she could be anyone else in time she’d go back in time and be Dr. Martin Luther King. She’d be Dr. King to be one of the first black to step ahead to vocalize what was going on in a sad America. She wouldn’t change a bit of his role, she’d be him, serving the country no different that the real MLK did. To her, success is “accomplishing any desirable goals.” So she can see in her eyes that everyone is successful no matter what

Although my mother was not as academically great as my father, she was very clever and good social relations, a very accessible person. Being adventurous and very adaptable were also traits present in her and this statement is supported by the fact that she emigrated several times and never complained about it. In fact, she loved having novel experiences. After remarrying and living happily for several years, her husband suffered a car accident and became paralytic. She stayed and took care of him for several years until he died, evidence of her caring personality. She also likes to cook and playing the

When I look at her eyebrows, I see how similar we are. The way her eyes looks reminds me of the sweet coffee she always for me. Many people say my mom is young for her age. At one point, they thought her and I were siblings. There are many things that makes her significant to me. Immigrating to the U.S. from Ecuador was a sacrifice she took to raise us. I see how hard working and strong my mom is. After a long hard day at cleaning peoples house, I see how tired she is. The bags in her eyes can carry many pounds. Although she is stressed out and tired, she is always there for me. When I need help on a homework assignment, she comes and helps me even after a long day. When I was little and needed help on a project, she would study my textbook

For my profile essay, I have decided to write about my mother. My mother’s name is Andrea Butler. I choose to write my profile essay on my mom because although I know about the majority of her life, there is a gap in the timeline where the facts get a little hazy. These were the nine months she was pregnant with me. Ever since I was younger, I had constantly questioned all the obstacles and situations she probably faced. She was in high school when she got pregnant and I can guess that she lost friendships, struggled to graduate, and overcame obstacles to provide for me. I wanted to write this paper because I feel like it would strengthen my relationship with my mom even more than it already is right now.

Yes, yes, yes! When was the last time this ever happened? This was completely unexpected. “We love you, Mom!” we said together. She was very happy too.

David Michael Kaplan Another postcard from you today, Mother, and I see by the blurred postmark that you're in Manning, North Dakota now and that you've dated the card 1961. In your last card you were in Nebraska, and it was 1962; you've lost some time, I see. I was a little girl, nine years old, in 1961. You'd left my father and me only two years before. Four months after leaving, you sent me—always me, never him—your first postcard, of a turnpike in the Midwest, postmarked Enid, Oklahoma. You called me "My little angel" and said that the sunflowers by the side of the road were tall and very pretty. You signed it, as you always have, "Your only mother." My father thought, of course, that you were in Enid, and he

The book I have read is “My amazing mother”. It was written by Allison Janney. The story is about a single mother who is trying to raise her daughter in the Napa valley. Although life has many difficulties and challenges but the mother still gave her daughter a good life. They share all the problems in life, ready to accept and forgive the mistakes. The book helps me understand more about love and sacrifice of motherhood.

My mother is very intelligent, understanding and patient. She does not judge what I say and gives her best advice using her own personal experiences and things she has learned. She is very caring and empathic, but can also be assertive when something is not right. I trust that my mother always wants the best for me, making it easy to talk to her.

The book Are You My Mother? written by P.D. Eastman, tells us a story of a new born hatchling searching for his mother who has left him unattended during the time he got out of the shell. From the very first moment, the hatchling wondered where his mother was and eventually he sets out on journey to find his mother. At first the hatchling meets a cat and ask, “Are you my mother?” (Eastman, 22). Every time it meets other animals, it ask the same question and was given the same answer. However at the very end, the hatchling sees a crane and this crane miraculously led him back to the nest that he was born in. As he returns to the nest, his mother also comes back and introduces herself and finally reunite. In this book Dr. Eastman uses picture, personification, repetition and pathos, to illustrate that children, who grows up without their biological mother or father, seeks to know who their parents are and to allow parents know that their child would like to know them.

My Mother did not just help me through challenges; but taught me to be a better person. Rachel, my older sister, and I decided to take my Mom to a restaurant called Bj’s for her birthday. The restaurant was located out in Los Angeles off the usual busy street. However this birthday will be one of the worst family birthdays I have ever been to. Disappearing to the restroom, emerging into a fight between her and my sister, and ended in rage towards her.

My mother wasn’t always…how do it put this? Let’s go with questionable, and she was stable and the picture-perfect mother when she was married to my father. My mother and father thought it would be beneficial for her to stay at home with my twin brother and I. Flash cards were always there, before Kindergarten my mom made sure my twin and I could count to 100, we knew our ABC’s, we could write our names, our parents’ names, knew our address and phone number. Every Thursday we went to the public library for story time and to pick out our books for the week. Before nap and before bed we would read one of Miguel’s books and one of mine, some of the books we read so much that my brother and I memorized the stories. We would even pretend to read those favorite stories.

Growing up I have always admired my mother Pam, born October 3rd, 1955. She is a strong, independent woman, who all on her own raised two children. She has given my brother and I everything we could ever need. Pam has tried her hardest to make sure we take full advantage of all opportunities that come our way. She has unknowingly shown me that even without today's ‘model’ family dynamic of a wife, husband, and biological children, life can still be just as good and wholesome. These are just a few of the reasons of why I picked my mother, my role model, to be my first interviewee. Next, I chose to interview my Grandmother on my Mother's side, Eileen. Eileen Casadei was born on December 27th, 1928. Eileen has always been a frequent and