Personal Narrative Analysis

You know those time when you think to yourself “How did I arrive on planet Earth?” Your mother, if she could hear your thoughts would respond with “you are here because of me.” After she tells you that, you thank her for all the labor pain she endured during childbirth. My birthday is November 15, 2001. To me, that is a lot of time so far, and over the years I have come to an important realization. That realization is that my mother loves her family more than any material possession in this world. My mutter (aka mother) is remarkable because she endures a lot of challenges in her life, but she always finds a way to vanquish them. From dealing with my father’s ex-wife to dealing with angry customers in the restaurant she manages, my mother

When we were growing up my mother made sure my siblings and I were always taken care of. She would sacrifice her own happiness for ours.

I stood in the corner of the room observing the chaos around me. The red and blue lights flooded the once empty, quiet street. Paramedics rushed into my house as my mom sat on the stairs trying to breathe. My brother, still holding the phone he had used to call 911, watched my mom intently.The commotion from my little sister’s cries to the paramedics faded to the background. My heart still pounding from the journey to my neighbor’s house in search for help. “Everything is going to be okay,” my neighbor instructed as she placed her hand on my shoulder. This had not been the first time my mom had been rushed to the hospital. However, this time, my siblings and I had been left completely alone. Across the world, my father fought a war, while my

The support and encouragement I receive from my mother is endless, not only as a

By the time I reached Kindergarten and started my middle childhood years I already possessed several gross and fine motor skills. A few of these gross motor skills which I possessed were the ability to catch a ball, climb a flight of stairs without help, and the ability to stand on one foot for a given amount of time. A few of my fine motor skills were the ability to draw shapes, cut on a straight line, and to color within the designated lines. Upon entering Kindergarten I had an accident where I cut off the tip of my right index finger. I had to keep my finger bandaged for the first nine weeks of Kindergarten therefore it delayed a few of my fine motor skills. By the end of Kindergarten and the beginning of my 1st grade year I learned fine

I don’t know how to explain it, but I saw my father’s face. I saw no fear in his eyes, but sadness, sadness for losing me”

My mom is the person I look to in almost every situation. She is the person I aspire to be. When I hear about the things she done and overcome, I can’t help but respect her even more. She’s been with me through everything and I appreciate her for that. There are many things she’s done for me, some I’m sure I know nothing about.

Losing two of my best friends within six months of each other was one of the hardest things I have had to do. They were a major part of my life for almost 17 years, before they left. Through this experience, I learned to be an example of kindness, hard work, and diligence for those around me.

My mother’s life is one that I look back to for guidance and up to with admiration. It has impacted me. Growing up, she did not have much. She was a part of a family that

She is one of the strongest people that I know which is why finding her crying one gloomy morning shook me greatly. Her sorrow was tangible throughout the whole house. I can remember that even the sky was crying. Gray light filtered in through the water-streaked windows. When I asked her what was wrong she told me that it was the anniversary of her brother’s death. This was the first one after her mother had died. She recounted some of her favorite memories of them both with a smile on her face even though she was tearful. It didn’t occur to me until many years later that all the family that she had grown up with was gone. I remember wishing that I could help her but I think that the best way for me to have comforted her was to just be there for her and to listen so that is what I did. Even though I can only imagine what my mother must have felt, I can assume that it would have been debilitating for some people and yet my mother was able to get up again every morning and go to work and go on with her life. Even now, this event only reinforced my high thoughts of my mother because she is only one example of how people are always stronger than we think and how we, ourselves, are stronger than we think. “With a heart for any fate,/ Still achieving, still pursuing,” (Longfellow, L. 10, L.

My dad walks out of the room, eyes red from crying. He sits on the couch and waits for my other family to sit before he says the news. He sadly says to my brother and I, “Robert”, me moves his eyes over to me and says, “Shyanne, your mother has passed away…”

I felt sick and I almost threw up. I couldn’t cry though. I wouldn’t. I would survive for my mother and my sisters. I had to live for them. They consoled me and made me feel better. They were the light at the end of a long, dark and twisted tunnel.

My mother has always been my biggest support and my toughest critic in life. She has always encouraged me to follow my childhood dream of becoming an artist. She has inspired me to work hard, solve problems and never settle. With her “Don’t feel sorry for yourself”, “If you want it, do it”, and “If you’re unhappy, change it” attitude. This kind of love, support and honesty is something only your mother or southern grandmother can give, and I thank her for that. This has given me the ability to not only inspire people through actions, but also motivate people through words. When people get down I know how to pick them back up. It may sound simplistic but the best thing my mother has ever thought me is to always be optimistic in life.

I will always remember waking up before the sun and torpidly gathering my things for the day. I’d step out into the crisp, chilly air holding my mother’s hand. The drive was always silent as the warmth of the heater and the lull of the road begged me to sleep just a bit more. More often than not, my mother would be forced to carry my limp body into my aunt’s house. A quick peck on the cheek signaled her departure. This was a regular day for me as a child. My mother had early mornings on call as an emergency medical technician. As hard as it was to not have her around for some big moments, the way I am today is thanks to her and her service to our community. It has taught me compassion, determination, and the value of life.

Although the struggle is a bit harsh sometimes, my mom means a lot to me. She can't tell me many stories or enforce many rules with two words (yes), but she can still change my life; and I can do the same for her. So just like in Clean Bandit's song, Don't worry, somebody's got you. And personally, that person is me, but that's all thanks to my mother, in the first