Narrative Essay About My Mom

As an eight year old kid in the 80’s I remember watching the movie Popeye by Robin Williams. “I yam what I yam, and that’s all that I yam.” I sang this tune in my head and out loud over and over again. I even added lyrics to suit me., “I’ll be want I want to be, I am what I yam.” It may be my first attempt at being true to myself, a self-identification, a personal statement and a compass of sorts

Nelson Mandela once said, “I learned that courage was not the absence of fear, but the triumph over it. The brave man is not he who does not feel afraid, but he who conquers that fear.’’ My mother was that “brave man” who didn’t let fears get in her way. She taught me to become a strong women and have courage in your life. She was the one who educated me to lead a successful journey. Now, here I am telling the story of how my mother influenced me to become the young women I am today.

For this narrative, I interviewed my mom, Amanda Lopez. At first, she seems mean. That’s very blunt but it’s true. My mom is a very guarded and self-reserved person. She does have manners and she is nice but, she won’t open up immediately to a new person. She is also very hard working and independent. She wasn’t born with these qualities, she went through a lot of different struggles, but that’s how she ended up where she is today.

It took a long time to value the exceptional influence my mother has been on my life. She is the type of person who has thoughtful discussions about the importance of building a united family. The type of mother who always has time to listen when I need to express my feelings. The type of benevolent individual who loves to help anyone who is in need. Growing up with such a strong role model, I developed many of her convictions and interests. I not only came to enjoy the enthusiasm of learning simply for the profit of knowing something new, but I also came to conceive her notion of contributing with the community in exchange for an excelling sense of life, love, and spirit.

I am the kind of person who works hard and never gives up when things get rough. I learn to build this mentality from my mother at a young age. Probably at around six, in the beginning it didn’t sink in. All I cared about was running wild and making a mess and not having a care for the world. Man I use to get in trouble and never work hard in anything and almost always gave up when things got rough. Examples of this was when I use to pretend to be a chef and would make a mess and almost started a fire at eight years old because I wanted to copy what I saw on TV. Another example is whenever I use to think I was going to lose in whatever video game I was playing I was throw my controller and then press the reset button and start all over. Later on as I got older like around thirteen I can say my mother’s words started to sink in. I can name many times in my life where things were really hard and difficult and thought I would never overcome what was in front of me and I did. For example grade school I use to get teased for everything. Things like how I talked, the fact that my mother use to cut my hair and I didn’t have a shape up and it got worse in middle school and went on into when I was in high school I would get mad fun of for things I couldn’t afford like expensive clothes and the kids would bother me and tease me every day. They wouldn’t stop there just because I didn’t have cloth they would find other things to bother me with. For example I am Haitian and for some

During my spring semester of my senior year, I was diagnosed with cancer.  It was heartbreaking to my entire family and I felt the diagnosis of cancer was the end of the world. It was my senior year, I had just turned 18, and I was embarking on my senior season of baseball and cancer was the last sickness I wanted to be diagnosed with. However, the one person who stayed by my side the whole time was my mother. My mother has always been the person I have relied on every bit of life and other family and friends see her as an

All my life I’ve seen my mom work hard, struggling to pay bills and raise three sons alone. Day in and day out she’ll work and when she returns home, she tells me not to end up like her. In recent years she’s developed some health issues from working so much and continues to work because there’s really no other option. A number of times she’s told me that she regrets never finishing school and tells me it’s something I have to do. Even without her telling me to I knew just from looking at her that it was something I had to do to prevent her hard work from going to waste.

My mother died two weeks ago. I thought it was the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

Mothers, we all have one and the issues that go with them. A mother's influence can be one of the greatest during a child's life. The influence can reach the man who lays dying on the battlefield crying out for his mother. What is it about my mother that would make me call out to her as I lay on the battlefield taking my last breath?

This essay is about how my family has raised me since the day that I was born. Also, I will talk about my illness and the community around me how they have helped me throughout life.

Moms are the most special and pure beings in the world. They are that being who gives everything for love, for her home, for her children and grandchildren. The mother is such a blessed woman that she endures so many things for the sake of her children, while many times we are ungrateful to them, assuming that our mothers will always be there for us.

My mother has had the greatest influence on me. Growing Up she has taught me many things. She has helped me many times and still does. I have learned many lessons with her helping me. Responsibility is one of the very important things she has taught me. How to be a good person around others that are not.

It was a quiet long drive to the interview. I wasn’t quite sure why I had to go to an interview, but I knew my mother was upset. As we were driving I asked “where is Jada and Joe” (my two younger siblings), but no response. For the life of me, I could not understand why she seemed so annoyed with me that day, but I shrugged it off as usual. When we arrived my mother was still silent, as we waited in the lobby. Two Caucasian women approached my mother, and the younger women asked me could I walk with her. Being sixteen at the time, all I could think about is getting home so I could check my MySpace, however my mom shot me a look that said I needed to say yes or else I was in trouble later. As I am walking with the younger women, whose name I didn’t even bother to remember, she began asking what I felt as intrusive questions. She asked, “Where did I live?” “What do I do after school?” “How is my relationship with my family?” Resistant to every question that she asked me she finally told me “ Jada told her teacher what happens at home”. Although I had a small idea of what she meant by that I did not want to give her any indication, or impression that I would open up to her and tell my side. As I was raised what happens in our home stays in our home, and no one else is to know- not even family; that ended our walk. On the car ride home my mother began asking me what exactly the younger woman wanted to know, I told her how the conversation went but she

We’ve gone through several rough patches just as every family has. The toughest thing that affected our family was the death of my father. My father’s death was very sudden and it affected us emotionally, physically, and financially. When my and sisters and I wanted to break down and give up my mom was right there to lift us up and encourage us to keep going. Not only because it’s what my father would have wanted, but she knew ultimately at the end of the day our lives were going to have to go on. Not many people would be able to raise 3 girls by themselves, but my mom pushed through all the obstacles

My family was composed of our parents, two boy and four girls, of which I was the youngest. It was a Christian based home, where my father was strict but my mom was the nurturer in the family. In my eyes my mother was awesome because she had such inner, spiritual and physical strength, although both parents played a big part in our spiritual instruction, the memory of her example of faithful prayer and dependence on God’s strength, impacted me the most.