Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed 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

One day my mom and I get a call. “It’s from Mrs. Melissa” my mom says. (Mrs. Melissa is my horseback trainer.) We answered the call then Mrs. Melissa said “ the farrier is coming out on thursday and I will not be home in time to put the horses up and feed them. Will you please help me and feed the horses and put them up so that the horses can get there new shoes.” Of course we said yes. We loved the horses and wanted to help.

Anyone could have had a rough life just like mine, having divorced parents and soon having a new mother to look after you. But all stories have a twist to them, my parents met in the army. Currently I haven't been born yet, until February 4th, 1999, I was born and raised for a while with my parents. Dating far back as I can, I remember the fighting that took place in a apartment complex, both my parents pulling me side to side across the house. Everything my dad had like his credit cards were stolen and used for my mother's own uses, ruining his credit for life, he now cannot buy himself nice things. Fading back once more, I remember the moving and hiding from cops because my mother stole one more thing more important to my dad than money itself, me.

Finally, what my mom taught me. My mom taught me how to respect you're older. My mom believe is that god will take care of you and is always watching you and when you get scare to pray and will make it go away that was my mother believe. Seen i was little i would get nightmare and wake up my sister and ask her to pray with me she would never say no she look at me and pray together till this day because my mom work all night. She also show us that speaking two language is good because you would have more opportunities to get a job. For us cinco de mayo and los tres reyes we have to come all together and eat no one allow to leave that family time. I'm not really use to eating American food because my mom always make mexican food when she come

Once I became a mother my own free will has been compromised. I no longer get to do whatever I want to do. Before I had my daughter I was able to do whatever I wanted without having to worry about anything or anyone but myself. I got eat whatever I wanted, drink whatever I wanted, and hang out with whoever I wanted. That all changed once I found out I was pregnant.

My mom was one of those who defied the ban by enrolling me as one of girl’s few paying students. I recall her indignant mother coming to our house to get Mom to cooperate with the family’s unforgiving crusade to “teach our daughter a lesson.”

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

My mom was chosen to be shadowed because she has always worked two jobs. When we moved, she decided to only have one job and go to school, which i am really glad of because she was very stressed. She seems to be a lot happier now that she only has to worry about one job. It would be nice to see how she works now that she is less tired from working 2 jobs and now only works that one. Another reason is because we don't really get to spend time together with her working and school.

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

I remember a time, when I felt like the world was against me and the only thing keeping me sane was my mom. She has been their for me during all the ups and downs of my problems. I have felt elevation when she helped me get through the loss of my uncle.  For example, she would let me cry on her shoulder and asked if I needed anything. There would be days when I came home from school crying, from my teacher yelling at me and sending me to the principal office. She would comfort and tell me that everyday is a new day and the teacher was just doing her job. When I was little, I was always afraid to go over to my grandparents house and sleep over. She gave me the strength to face my fear and now I'm not afraid anymore. She has always pushed me

It was a cold dreary night on Sat., Dec. 5, 1998 at 6:18pm at St.Francis a beautiful 9lb. baby with blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes was born she woke up to the sound of the hospital music going off letting the whole entire hospital know that there was a new baby being born. My mom said to my grandpa and grandma I welcome Jessica Lynne. I am now 18 years old this year. I have lived in Topeka, KS my whole entire life. My mom says there where tons of stories of my life when I was born but, I don’t have time to explain about that right now. Oh my gosh I forgot how to explain how I got my name I got my first name from a baby doll my mom used to carry around, I got my middle name from my mom and my aunt Jackie, and I got my last name from my biological father.

Years ago mothers stayed at home with the children while the father worked to support the family, but my home is the exact opposite. In my household, its three children and one adult. My mother works as a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) at a near-by nursing facility. My mother was once married, but later got a divorce. After my mother’s divorce, she acquired a second job to pay bills. As a teen in middle school, I had to take on the responsibility as being the “babysitter”, so my mother wouldn’t have to pay for childcare services. Being the leader of the house while my mother worked, I had to learn how to provide for my younger siblings by cooking, cleaning and giving them short homework lessons. During this time my siblings and I bonded and learned how to care for one another just like I was doing for my mother.

February 2012, my mom is going to have a baby. I was excited because I wanted a little brother to teach things too. I was the last child, but my sister was only one year older than me so I played with her. She did not like doing the same things as me, I didn't really play with her anymore I would play by myself. February 9th 2012, my brother was born, when he was born he was a premature my mom said he would be born in March like me, I wanted to be the only on one of my mom's children to be born in March. But because he's a premature he was born earlier than expected. When he came home for the first the day I was so excited. But my mom would not let me touch him and I couldn't take care of him cuz I was young. When I was younger my mom used

Growing up, I was unaware of the modifications taking place in my own world that molded my adolescence and established the way I behave, think, and undergo the process of preceding with the analyzation and execution of each idea I am faced with in any current day situation. As much as I would have desired to be apart of a family with two happily married parents with two children in a pretty house in a pretty upper middle class neighborhood that goes to a pretty church every sunday morning and has a pretty homemade dinner every night with every member of the family in attendance; I would not choose that life. I don’t have a desire to withhold the same mindset, goals, and future of my peers I grew up with. Each individual event I have had to

When I was a young child I always dreamed of having a magnificent spotted horse. As I grew older my love and want for a horse only intensified. Around the age of 15 on a bright warm sunny day my grandmother called me and said, " I have a surprise for you; I have arranged for you to start riding horses at one of my friend's barns." As I heard those pleasing words come out of my grandmothers mouth I almost could not contain my excitement. I couldn't wait to start riding a hose, a real hors; this is what I've always dreamed of.  When I had gotten there on that beautiful Saturday, I walked through the glass door and entered a room that had huge bay windows. These wondrous windows gave me a peek into my new lifestyle, as I opened the old wooden door a gust of air filled my nose with a very odd yet satisfying smell. This smell is the smell of horses and fresh air, which grew excitement in my heart. My focus turned to a medium size woman standing in the middle of the dirt arena, she had her curly black-brown hair pulled up into a ponytail. This woman greeted my grandmother and me by saying, " hello my name is Debby I am the riding instructor here, I will be teaching how to ride and handle a horse."