Personal Narrative: My Mom, Christina Hasselbalch

Growing up my mom was the only parent in my household, so naturally we were a very close family. My mom took care of all of us. She always made sure my siblings and I had everything we needed in order to be successful. She cooked, clean, worked, etc., she really was a super mom. Whenever I had a problem with something or needed to talk to someone she was always there for me. My mom gave

On February 23, 2016, I was confronted with a scare that changed my life dramatically. My Mother Colleen Micele was admitted into Bayonne Hospital due to feeling ill, however, rapidly circumstances changed for the worst. My mother was rushed to the ICU unit and her time she had left us had been decreasing by the hour. My mother developed a condition called Pulmonary Edema which is when the lungs fill with fluid. This condition had caused my mother's lungs to then collapse which lead to my mother develop Atrial Fibrillation. Matters had become extremely severe and life threatening once my mother had become Septic. The uncertainty and living second to second not knowing if my mother would make it through her illness for 5 weeks emotionally destroyed

My mother is not only my mom but a daughter, wife, sister and friend. She is a nurse aide at the La Junta High School, an EMT for the La Junta Fire Department, a waitress at Mexico City and a part of numerous community services. Her hard work is appreciated and always receives compliments on her personality,

“We were led into an examining room, where a nurse instructed my mother to remove her shirt and put on a cotton smock with strings that dangled at her sides. When my mother had done so, she climbed onto a padded table with white paper stretched over it. Each time she moved, the room was on fire with the paper ripping and crinkling beneath her. I could see her naked back, the small curve of flesh beneath her waist. She was not going to die. Her naked back seemed proof of that. I was staring at it when the real doctor came into the room and said my mother would be lucky if she lived a year. He explained that they would not attempt to cure her, that she was incurable. There was nothing that could have been done, he told us. Finding it so late was common, when it came to lung cancer,” (Strayed, 11).

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.

My mom Amber Peterson was born October 09, 1976, my mom was in a lot of hurricanes when she was younger but none destroyed where she lived, my mom finished all of her schooling but didn’t go to college because she had my sister, my mom comes from a family of eight her second oldest brother passed away a few years ago it was really hard on her because they were close to each other. My

“A birth mother always puts the needs of her child above the wants of her heart.”

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.

I’m not sure if you’ve met my mother? She takes care of my three siblings and I she has taken care of us for a lot of years, and she did an excellent job of doing it. A lot of my family members and teachers say she is very kind, and I can agree on that because she wouldn't get mad often, but she will get mad. When she needs to.leaving my school. She always asks about how my day was and what I did in school that day. My Mom is brilliant If I ask her a question about something she will answer and she teaches me something new every day.she also makes the best food for my siblings and me when we ask for something specific to eat she makes it, and it tastes delicious.

I am a really lucky person to have such an awesome mom. Her real name is Wendy but I just call her mom. She cares a lot about me and my sisters we are spoiled even when times are tough like now. She says that we are her life and that will never change.

Besides being compassionate my mother is thoughtful. She stays at work late if someone needs help with theirs. She brings my grandmother dinner and runs errands for her. She is always putting others before herself. For instance, last year I began singing in the choir at Iowa State. It was really important to me because singing has always been a passion of mine. She drove to Ames for every single concert. It meant a lot to me to have her in the audience supporting me. This year I also started singing in the choir at my church. I was really excited and nervous about singing the first Sunday so few days before I was going to sing she gave me a beautiful necklace with a star pendant on it. I remember her warm hug and her telling me good luck and that I was ‘her star’. It touched me that she took time out of her busy schedule to encourage and support things that she knew were important to me. She could have just wished me well and enjoyed her few minutes of spare time, but instead she put me first.

My mother is one of the biggest reasons that my family is the best. She makes sacrifices, yet she does not call them that because she loves doing the tasks she does with us. She sacrifices her free time. She has to take us places like school, sports, doctors of all sorts and she does not even mind. She also does not have time to exercise, as much as she would like. Also she loves running, biking, and swimming but she slacks off that for us. Also, she cares so much about me and my family. If I don’t make the grade on the test that I wanted, she asks me if I tried my hardest then says that no matter what I do she will be proud of me.. She is always my personal all the time cheerleader. It feels excellent to come home from having a rotten day and knowing someone will be there to cheer me up. Another way that proves she is the best mother in the world is that, she would do anything for my whole family. For me, one massive

A mother is most commonly defined as a woman who has raised a child or given birth to a child, but what makes one a good mother? Some people believe that a good mother never has a dirty home, always has a four course meal at dinner time, and never gets frustrated or angry. Some mothers can juggle it all, a clean house every day, delicious dinners every evening, and maybe even never having a meltdown. With working or single mothers those tasks can be challenging, and just because a mother can accomplish such everyday tasks does not necessarily make her a good mother. How a mother deals with the everyday stresses of motherhood, how she provides unconditional love, and how she supports her child, is what qualifies one to be a good mother. Being a good mother is a choice a woman makes every day to put her child’s happiness and well-being above her own. She gives her all for her children, she provides unconditional love, support, and does her very best to lead by example.

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.

Most people say that their moms are the nice but strict parent. That almost exactly describes my mom, at times she is the most caring person, and other times in my head she is almost like the devil. My mom is an outstanding parent she cleans the house, cooks most of the food that we eat, and drives us to all of our outside of school activities. I remember when my mom and I were going to a Red Bulls soccer game with my friend and I.