Personal Narrative: How My Mom Affected My Life

My mother was diagnosed with Multiple Sclerosis at the age of 40, when I was in preschool. With very few memories prior to her diagnosis, living with MS was quite simply a fact of life. A single parent who was singularly dedicated to her three daughters, my mother trudged unwaveringly through all the symptoms, complications, and limitations her disease inflicted on her. For the most part she suffered in silence, her disease progression so slow and gradual that it was nearly imperceptible to us. She was our family’s rock, her faith in God strengthening her resolve to give us as normal a childhood as possible considering the situation. A sudden escalation of her symptoms when I was eleven altered our lives. Over the course of two months she lost

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

My mom, Alicel, was ten when she first moved to the United States. She is the youngest of nine siblings, most of which already lived in America. Alicel always visited her older siblings a couple times a year with a visa, which gave her six months to stay in the u.s legally. By the time she was 15 she was fluent in English and already familiar with American customs. She had been visiting America for 11 years before moving there permanently at the age of 21.

Every day, about 1,500 Americans are expected to die from cancer. Cancer is a disease in which cells divide uncontrollably, destroying vital body tissue. Most people are no stranger to the effects cancer can have on those close to them. I am most certainly no exception. In 2004, Lauren, a 10 year old girl, died from cancer. My mom used to work for her mom, so she was close with Lauren. Before she got sick, Lauren was much like any average girl. She enjoyed doing soccer, Girl Scouts, and loved to play with American Girl dolls. In many ways, she was just like me.

In this paper I am going to tell you about my mom's life, her name is Tracy and she was born in Dubuque, Iowa, at Xavier Hospital on December 27, 1972 . I am going to tell you about her family, her early influences, her education and finally her interests.

The second degree burns all over my mother's left arm and torso would debilitate her for months to come. As a young fifteen-year-old used to having basically everything done for her, I suddenly faced more work and responsibility than I ever needed to consider beforehand.

Slightly pushing you out of the way I run to our mother who’s laying on the kitchen floor with a needle in her arm. She told me that it was her medicine, that if she didn’t have it she would die. How ironic. I never told you because I didn’t want you to pick up on the lie. You were always smarter than me even at a young age.

As an immigrant from Ghana, my mother came to the United States, not knowing anybody or much about the new area she was in. She didn’t have any relatives here, and she also hadn’t had much education after finishing high school in Ghana. She wasn’t afforded the opportunity to go to college because she was on her own. My mother has been with the union for nearly twenty years, and directly affected my entire family. Through the union benefits we were blessed with healthcare, and my mother with a job, after she had come to America with nothing. The union has allowed her to try and give her children the opportunity that she couldn’t have, being able to attend college and become successful in America. Also through this relationship my mother has

Life growing up for me was actually hard. My mom was a single parent working two jobs to provide for me. I went to my dads on the weekends, but he never helped out much. He has always been late on child support, and now he is six months behind. Life now is better though. Back in 2011 my mom met this guy on the internet not thinking she would fall in love. The relaionship progressed, and december of 2012 he invited us to move in. Now currently my step dad, he works offshore, so I only see him pretty much six months out of the year. My mom is currently unemployed, and I feel this was an award for us. My step dad does everything he can for my mom and I, but there is some days I miss the little things my mom and I admired when we had a budget,

It’s easy to fall in love with the feeling of being numb, the feeling of euphoria. Some people who experience this high have the ability to say “never again.”, and move on with their lives. Others crave that feeling, helping them escape reality. My mother was one of the most severe cases that many doctors and other addicts have ever encountered. She started using when she was just a young teen, maybe about thirteen or fourteen years old. It wasn’t just one particular drug, but many different types. If she couldn’t get high, she’d get drunk as hell. She used to lie to doctors and psychiatrists, faking certain symptoms to get prescribed whatever drug she wanted. A lot of times, it actually worked. She’s been diagnosed with just about every type

I was so scared, I was about to walk down the aisle for my mom’s wedding. September 9,2017, I felt so pretty with my long rose colored dress with my makeup and my rose colored nail polish. Holding flowers and a ring box, it was a little hard but I did it! Ok, here I go everyone was clapping and I was nervous, then I got to the end of the aisle and “plop” the top of the ring box fell ugh I was so mad I couldn't even get it because I had so much in my hand I had to go back for it, so I turned around and got the top and stood in my place.

I am the oldest of four children and raised by a single mother. I had to grow up at an early age and help my mom take care of my siblings. My mother would work two to three jobs at a time to help support us, which usually meant that we were to be at the baby sitters house. Sometimes my mom would not pick us up because she had gotten off late and had to work early the next morning so it was just easier for us to stay at the baby sitters. I was okay with helping my mother out with my siblings but it was getting harder the older I got. Once I reached high school I had to go straight home so that I could be there when my siblings got home. Having to go home right away I could not join any clubs or hang out with my friends. Once I was a senior

At the age of sixteen I became a mother. Not literally but I had to take responsibility for my six year old brother as if he was my own son. Our own mother was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Bipolar Disorder . We did not have a mother , she refused to seek help and the place we called our home became unbearable. She was careless , distant, she was would keep us up with her yelling and made up fights. She would threaten us and leave for as up to a week at once . I was the head of the household. I cooked , cleaned , helped my brother with homework, took him to practice and made sure my mother’s image was not ruined in his innocent mind like she had ruined it in mine . I became subject to her emotional verbal and once physical abuse. She targeted me more than anyone once she noticed that her son favored me more than her. All this while being in my first

Me and my mom were debating an the beach or a movie i decided. We are going to the beach. on a sunday.

My mothers death changed me. I knew I had to change and for the better. I didn't want to waste time. I couldn't mope around and wish that her death wouldn't happen I couldn't change her death. Two days after her death I went back to school and began working nonstop. If my time was precious then I was going to make it count. Instead of watching t.v alone I would study, my G.P.A rose. I started going out spending time with friends and family. I went to school dances and participated in events because as much as the term is over used you only live once. I was making memories to last a lifetime and along the way I was building a future. I didn't realize at the time that my nonstop work was helping me build a resume. All of the extracurricular