Personal Narrative Essay : My Mother's Life In My Life

​Your mom is your best friend, sister, and your whole life. She helps you be successful and always wants what’s best for you and your future. Mothers choose to go through tough times and rocky roads just to make sure that her off sprigs are in a good shape and are in excellent health. Mothers would kill to see their kids in the best condition. If it means that they should give up on them, they would! If your mother is around be appreciated for what you have and thank god that she is

“Oh, there you are.” My mama said, peering in at me from just outside the room’s archway. “Come on upstairs and pick out which room you want to be yours.”

Mom had always been the provider of the family. She worked at a failing elementary school as a reading recovery specialist. She didn't care so much about the money as much as she cared about her school kids. She was a very loving person who wanted her school kids and her actual kids to succeed in life. Mom was 5’2 and weighed one hundred and two pounds, she also had short brown hair. Her eyes were the color of the sky. Your mother cared so much about you in particular because you were the oldest and hoped that you’d go off to college and travel the world. Your father, on the other hand, was nothing to look at. He stood at 5 feet and weighed one hundred fifty pounds. He was bald, sunburnt, reeked of pot and lone star beer. He was in the military

It seemed like a normal day when I entered Mrs. A’s AP Language and Composition class, but little did I know that she was going to assign a very important project that was going to take forever. I took my seat and wrote down what was on the board. Then I sat patiently and waited for Mrs. A to come explain what we were doing today. When the tardy bell rang, Mrs. A glided into the room and gave us all a stack of papers. She then proceeded to discuss our upcoming assignment, a memoir. As she explained the very important assignment, I wondered whom I would write about. No one really came to mind to write about and I thought for sure I would never be able to get this thing done on time. I finally decided that I would write in on my mother, Kari

My family is big on education. My grandparents never thought about sending their kids to college, not because they did not want them to go but because they did not know how or where to send them. The forms, the money, all the questions, they did not know how to deal with it. Besides, they had just arrived to America from the Dominican Republic. So they worked, their 7 kids went to high school, some graduated and most didn’t. With the little education that they had, my uncles resorted to working in the streets. My family had become a street family and had been known. Years in the business and they begin to settle down and have kids. It’s true when people say having kids changes people’s mentality. My uncles wanted nothing to do with the streets once they met their little babies. My family has built big dreams for the children of the family. They wanted us to have everything that they did

In 1967 my friend Gladys was one that I do not understand. I do not know her whole story. I know only a small window of her life. I do not know why her life ended so tragically, and why she allowed herself to stay in a place where she would kill her children.

There have been many situations which have shaped my character, but the one situation that is the basis of myself is my mother. When I was two years old, my mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis or MS. MS is a disease that disables the central nervous system and thus disrupts the flow of information to the brain, which then goes out to the body. In every diagnosed person, the symptoms are different and so is the severity.

Mom had a large lump, the size of a grapefruit, on the rear of her neck. She saw four doctors who all refused to operate. They feared she would be left paralyzed from spine damage. The fifth doctor, Dr. J.D. Fuller, agreed to remove the mass. The lump had grown larger. Mom had pains in her neck and arms like lightning bolts. Dr. Fuller stated his only way to remove the mass was by “blunted excision.” He made a long incision, reached into her neck, grabbed the mass, twisted, and pulled it out of her. The surgeon ripped muscle from her left breast to her spine and left trapezoid muscle. Mom was left with damaged nerves and muscles, but she was not paralyzed.

The fear has tied itself around my feet, and I know there's nothing I can do. Not tonight. Not ever, it seems. If I try to move, I'll trip over it. I expect the girl to scream at me. Something like, "But you promised me, Ed! You promised!" She says nothing, though. I think she understands how physically powerful her father is and how scrawny I am. All she does is stumble over to me and hug me

Growing up living with my mother, she was always my number one supporter. While having me at a young age, she had to grow up fast and take on the responsibility of having a child. She went to Dorsey College instead of going to a University, which was her dream. My father has been in and out my life since the day I was born. He never and still hasn't owned up to his responsibility of having a child. To me, that was fine; my mother was the only person I needed in life to get me through every day. My mother was there for me when I took my first steps, said my first word, and even when my teacher realized I needed more help in school than others. It only took a long time for me when it came to doing English work. Being young, it was easy to get

Despite all of the obstacles my mother has faced, she always strived to become successful and take care of her family. The youngest child and only daughter of six children, she is a first generation college graduate and the first person in her family to attend college. After completing her masters degree in education, she taught at the high school level for thirteen years. After that, she was a distance learning teacher at Kamehameha Schools Maui for around six years.

My mother is the most diligent worker I know and I highly respect her for that. My mom, sister, and I moved across the globe to find better opportunities for jobs and Education. She worked two jobs as a single mother, and was still able to take care of and support my sister and me in anything we aspired to do. Being a mother itself is difficult enough because it is an everyday job with no brakes or vacation. She is the person who inspires me and the person who motivates me to do my best at everything I do. To her, my sister and I’s happiness was worth more to her than her own and for that I truly believe she is the best person in the world.

“No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother’s love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star” (Chapin, n.d.). This quote speaks volume when it comes to my mother. There have been a lot of people that have made an impact on my life, but my mother has, by far, made the most impact. My mother has been the backbone, ever since my dad left, that held my family together, she is the most important person in my life and she has given me so much love.

As we were all gathered around at my mother’s birthday, her sisters brought up the funny memories that happened along the way traveling to Bakersfield. None of my cousins or I knew the real story or reason on why we were sitting around waiting for cake in over one hundred degree weather, and we were all very curious. However even though we did not know the story about their migration or how it happened, we were all very grateful for the sacrifices and harsh decisions my family must have made in search for a better life.

My mother comes to visit me. My parents live in Tokyo and I don�t see them very often. They are responsible for getting me into the treatment center. I haven�t always liked them, and I have hurt them over and over and over through the course of my life, but they have always loved me. I am lucky to have them.