Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed My Life

I believe that becoming a mother has made me a better person.Before I became a mother, the entire universe revolved around my needs and my needs only. I was the first born to my mother and the first granddaughter to my grandmother. I could do no harm. I was the golden child. Everything I could ever want or need was given to me with no hesitation. I never went without anything. To be honest, I was a brat. Before I became a mother, I didn’t know life in the slow lane. I lived my life in the Fastlane.I never worried about anyone else’sneeds but my own. I answered to no one. Before I became a mother, I felt as though there was no purposeto life. I felt like I had been just going with the motions. I felt as though I was watching everything pass by and I was standing still.

Becoming a mother changed my life in a very profound way. Due to my own upbringing, I was

What is your story? What kind of challenges did you overcome? There are things that happened to me that not many people really know about, I was abused by my older sister when I was a young child. But that didn’t make me a bad person, it made me a better one. I treat people with respect and kindness, I help my family with the things they need, and I take care of my brother. I still always make time for myself, to draw, to write, for anything really. But I wouldn’t be the same person I am today if these things didn’t happen.

Having grown up with a mother who was verbally and physically abusive, love and compassion didn't develop between us two, however, my hate, anger, and resentment thrived.

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.

I began my life conditioned to understand the meaning of various psychological disorders. My mom, whom is a therapist, turned herself over the AA recovery program when she was 22 years old – and naturally expressed her knowledge with me. My familiarity with conditions and their dysfunctions led to a catastrophic personal exhalation and the unmanageability of my life. A number of traumatic experiences toppled with insecurity and arrogance made me weak in this challenging world.

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

Whether it be an actor, famous athlete, or just someone you adore, they inspire you and the decisions you make. To me, that person is my mom. Ever since I could remember, she has been supporting any dreams or goals, I was trying to reach. First of all, my mom grew up poor and she was the youngest out of six children. At the age of three she was placed in a foster home and remained in foster care until she aged out of the system. Overall, I credit the upbringing my mother had to overcome, shaped her into the leader she is today. In my opinion, my mom demonstrates leadership by overcoming obstacles, having a strong work ethic and by giving back to the community.

Brittany was watching Netflix on her couch, while her parents were at work. She felt a burning sensation in her throat-- Thirst. So she went to her kitchen and grabbed a glass of water. As she was pouring the water into the glass she saw an old damaged car driving across the bumpy road. She never saw that car in the neighborhood. A few seconds later Brittany heard a weird knock that she has never heard before. She thought that it was her parents but no. It wasn’t.

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

As the plane lands, I see a gray smoke hovering the whole city of Manila, Philippines. It was exactly as I remember it to be. Hot, humid, polluted, and lots of mosquitoes from left to right. These weren’t pleasing at all, however there’s something here that makes me want to go back every time. That is my very own mother.

My mother gave birth to me as a 16-year-old high school student, so in the beginning, my life was very inconsistent. The first 7 years of my life I don’t recall my mother being around that often, it was my grandmother who initially raised me and impacted my adolescent years. My mother after finishing high school and acquiring her nursing degree, was always working to ensure we had food on our plates and a roof over our head. Eventually my mother acquired enough wealth to move us to California for a better life and more opportunities than in Las Vegas. As time passed I had to learn how to manage the new life that was thrust upon me, and I no longer had my grandmother who kept me company when my mother was working. As a child of a teenage mother,

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.

Growing up I didn’t have much to worry about. I lived in a good neighborhood, a spacious house, and, for the most part, I got what I wanted. My friends called me spoiled, which I didn’t believe, but I know now I wasn’t grateful for what I had at the time. A trip I took with my mom changed my outlook on life.