Personal Narrative: My Mom Has Affected My Life

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My mom, Christina Hasselbalch, is a single, full-time working mother who somehow finds time to always be there for me. She wakes up every day at five AM to turn the heat on and wake up so she can wake me up at six. After I leave for school she works long and hard hours so can provide for me. She also drives me everywhere from soccer to my friends’ houses. So she does a lot but, somehow she finds time to keep the house clean and cook all my meals. My mom is an excellent mom because even though she works really hard for me he always finds time to hang out with me.

I woke up alone in my bedroom. Mom wasn't home yet, but Appy, my grandfather, and Ya, my grandmother, were right outside my room. I heard both of their voices yelling at someone. They were mad. Who were they yelling at? Scared, I slowly snuck out of the safety of my room and saw both of them screaming at my mom.

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.

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.

My mom’s doctor simply labeled cancer as an infectious disease caused by the abnormal division of cells within the body that affected people all over the world; however, in my life, cancer became the reason why my world froze and an illness forced me into adulthood at the young age of fourteen. Before I talk about my mom’s diagnosis, though, I should talk about my life before my mom got sick: easy going, comfortable, and effortless. My mom and I shared a relationship that could be labeled as the ultimate best friends; nevertheless, I was fourteen and people may say I knew exactly how to annoy my parents. I was attending a catholic school where I took advantage of every Friday and Saturday night out, resulting in me getting in trouble with my parents a lot. After each screaming fight about why I didn’t call home or how I never got in before curfew, I could feel my parents growing more disappointed in me. The words “does everything we say to you go in one ear and out the other” became more relatable as each weekend passed. Then I blinked and my whole world had changed for the worse.

As usual the hallway of Stafford Middle resembled an obstacle course. Hundreds of kids filled the highway, bookbags and other personal items were placed at the random and open lockers spewed their contents onto the floor. Evin quickly slipped through the gaps and open spaces. A normal kid may not have been able to fit through, but as Evin was tall and lean she easily fit through.

The person, place, or event that had the strongest impact on me is my Mom. My mom as always been there when I need her, she always help me in every. My mom always tell me and my sister that education is the most important thing that u need in order to be successful in life. The person that I am today is the way my mom has e been teaching me because she told to respect and treat other the way you what to be treated. She always been there when I need her. My uncles are also there because they talk about what I should and should not do.

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.

I never imagined my life to be the way it is now. As a child, I was blessed with a happy, healthy family and enjoyed childhood in Mexico. My parents made a decision when I was 14 that redirected my life to where I stand today. My siblings, mom, and I moved to the United States. My dad, on the other hand, stayed in Mexico working. Our lives changed drastically in all aspects.

Living with my parents Laurie and Barry and my two brothers Carter and Cody, they have impacted my life so much and have helped me with all of the hard times in my life especially within the past year because I have had anxiety and depression problems from all of the hard things in my life. My mom helped me so much with is because she also has anxiety problems and she has just helped me so much through it all, to this day I still have problems with anxiety and depression but sports actually help a lot with those problems because they help me forget all of the worrying in my life and sports just help me forget all of that and just have fun with my friends.

When I was 7 years old, I remember my mom used to drive a school van, On the morning she would pick up regular school students, but in the afternoons she would pick up soccer students and take them to their practice, I always wanted to spend time with my mom, so I decided to go with her all the afternoons on her route. I would sit on chair and watch everyone playing, one day my I asked my mom if I could join the girls’ soccer team, she always support me and she gave me her approval. In the next week she bought me all the soccer gear and uniform, I started my training and I was very excited until I realized I was one of the smallest girl on the team, and the during the game the other girls acted tough while paying. I didn’t gave up; I liked

Throughout this journey, there will be many influential people in one’s life. Depending on the person, the amount of influence will vary. Unlike anybody else, my mom has inspires me in a major way and continues to be a huge influence on my life daily. While working full time as a registered nurse, Natalia was able to care not only for her patients but for her family too. After a long twelve-hour shift at the hospital, my mother still wore a smile when she would come home. No matter how difficult her work day was she still managed to maintain a positive outlook on life. Her uplifting spirit seemed contagious, leaving others inspired in her presence.

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.

Funny, caring, strong willed, and hard-working were some of the words that described Puthachart Pham. Her face was quite youthful for her age as wrinkles have not completely conquered her face. Only in some areas at the end of her eyes and the outer edge of her smile line. Black sun spots, moles, and the occasional pimple surrounded the center of her face. At the age of forty five and being five foot tall, her rebelliousness was reflected by her short fiery red hair with an attitude.