Personal Narrative: My Mommacist

My mom had to make sure my brothers and I always have been prepared for school events and other goings when she should have been sleeping because she would have to work the same day. My mother worked two jobs many of times, so I can have my hair done all the time, clothes to wear, and school supplies. As soon as I turned six-teen years old I wanted a job, but my mother refused for me to work while I was in school she wanted me to focus on school and to do my best in school so I can have a career and not a job. My mom always have said a job is temporary but a career is forever if you have a degree you can go just about anywhere with your degree and start working again if you ever decided to leave. I can recall my mom getting sick while trying to work multiply jobs so that my brothers and I can enjoy life to the fullest. She wanted us to be kids while we could and not to pay any bills, because once you are grown there is no going back.

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 created this memory book for us to share and look at our memories throughout our life together.Not only have we shared a lot of memories together,we have had many laughs and shared many tears.You have done a lot for me including flying half way across the world to get me. I thought the least I could do is write about the three most memorable moments I remember. I will always have other memories too. Dancing in the family room to garth brooks wrapped up in you. Watching movies together or our favorite tv shows. Getting in those little fights over something stupid. Not only have you taught me things like how to walk,talk,dance,sing but you have taught me how to get back up being knocked down again and again. Thank you.

My family has lived in Ohio all our lives, but we decided to move, along with my friend and her family. We moved to Oakland, California when I was thirteen. I, Madison Gayle Harrington, and My Friend, Miley Ann McNeally, Have Been making YouTube videos ever since we were sixteen. I have two older sisters, Hailey who is twenty two and Angelica who is twenty and one older brother, William who is twenty one, who I don't see. I'm in my senior year of high school. I'm seventeen turning eighteen.

It was the afternoon of April 17th, one more month until I was done with junior year. Everything was going great: good grades, good friends. We had family from Colorado visiting, and I was so excited to see them! It was the moment I got home from soccer practice, that turned my life completely upside down.

Despite all of the obstacles my mother has faced, she always strived to become successful and take care of her family. The youngest child and only daughter of six children, she is a first generation college graduate and the first person in her family to attend college. After completing her masters degree in education, she taught at the high school level for thirteen years. After that, she was a distance learning teacher at Kamehameha Schools Maui for around six years.

Today is March 24, 1950, and my mother is taking my brother and I to the doctor’s office. I don’t know why we are going again; we went just three days ago, on my thirteenth birthday. The doctor did a lot that day, too. He put this huge mask on my head while I ran in place, watched how I breathed, took xrays of my brain, and even watched how I slept. Also, he and my mother talked for awhile. I can’t remember exactly what they were talking about, but I remember some words. “...in perfect health for the procedure…”, “...strongly suggested…”, “...will be allowed to watch…” I don’t know what the procedure is, or what my mother is allowed to watch. In fact, I’m not really sure if it is my mother who is allowed to watch. I’m pretty sure they were

I interviewed my mother. Although my first initiative was to interview someone one else, circumstances changed my original plan. Which in turn, allowed me to have a personable conversation with my mother. My mom is fifty four years old. She had her first child at sixteen and her last at twenty seven. Overall, she has six children in total. Having a baby during adolescences is difficult for anyone. Actually having to sit down and converse about my mother’s past experiences as a parent, was difficult for her. She chose to reminisce about her experiences with her second child. I am going to take you on a journey between a mother and her son.

When I was in kindergarden I did many things that I regret including, giving a stuffed dog a shower, drawing on my furniture, and chewing on the sleeves of all of my shirts. However, one thing that I regret doing most is lying to my mom to get out of homework. Because of this, I believe that no matter how small or large a lie, it will come with a consequence.

My mother name is Angenita she works a CNA after high school for about couple of years. Also, she worked as a cashier at South of the Board and she worked now as housekeeping at a motel. She influences me in good ways and bad ways with all her jobs. First, in a good way is because she was a CNA and I want be nurse just like her but to be a registered nurse. Then, a bad way is that she didn’t stay at that job that long but she wish she go back and stayed a nurse I want keep my nursing job and not get a new one. Finally, she influences me in all her job by helping people and I have always want to help people with any situation.

The fear has tied itself around my feet, and I know there's nothing I can do. Not tonight. Not ever, it seems. If I try to move, I'll trip over it. I expect the girl to scream at me. Something like, "But you promised me, Ed! You promised!" She says nothing, though. I think she understands how physically powerful her father is and how scrawny I am. All she does is stumble over to me and hug me

Is your mother really your mother? My birth mother has never been in my life. Never have been around her for a long period of time. My great aunt has been her through everything in my life. The only reason why I'm still sane.

“Push, push, push! You almost got it.” I could remember like it was yesterday popping out a new born baby and seeing what happens next. My son came into this world with being a crybaby and spoiled as by his grandmother. My son became a big part in my life: Thinking about him before I think about someone else. Becoming a beautiful mother with grey hairs arriving before I met my mid-twenties. Even going to the laundromat because we had so many clothes we had to make two trips. Maybe being a first-time mother it's more to think about and deciding if it's the right thing to do. Becoming a mother wasn't easy, I wanted my son to have the world so, I made my decision of trying to be the best parent every for my son and that's when he became a mommy’s boy.

Yes, I had one parent I could never make happy. She believed her son was more disabled than he actually was. I still can make her happy, but I have to make sure he is receiving exactly what he needs and encourage independence. One of our main goals is to have students leave high school and be able to function independently. This has been an ongoing issue for the four years I have been in this position. It makes almost every day tense because the mother is a school employee. There are some other facts, but it is quite a long story. It would have helped to have some support during this situation. I have felt like I have had none. I am glad you have the support worker.

Usually, whenever I have conversations with my mom they're about school or my siblings so doing this interview that was about her and how she felt about aspects of her life taught me alot. I learned how much my mom has sacrificed for her family and how much being a mother means to her. She informed me that her life isn’t what she thought it would be but she wouldn’t have it any other way. Learning about gender roles and how women are suppose to be in this world from class became more personal to me because my mother is actually living what society says women are suppose to be. In the Women's Lives book the authors state, “One of the most intimate relationships a woman can experience is her relationship with her child” (Etaugh 188). This sentence in the book proved how my mother was describing her love for us and how we were the best things that has happened to her. During our interview, she shared with me that she has never loved anyone like she loves her children and she has never felt love like we love her. Women are suppose to take care of the children, take care of the home, and be a good wife to their husband and my mom is doing all and more. It was surprising to know that my mom doesn’t miss working because while I was young she was always employed and was very independent. Now that she is basically depending on my step dad for the income in the household, it is very weird and interesting to me. Another thing that I learned while interviewing my mother was her thoughts of social class. She shared with me