Personal Narrative: My Mother

In her family she was the only one to continue her education past high school. Hearing what it took to make this happen was incredible. When I was in grade school both my grandmother and grandfather took it upon themselves to make a college education account for all us grandkids. They didn’t want to see us struggle like they had to.

On November 17,1989 my mother Juanita Renea Ohlinger went into labor at 6:00 A.M. she was in labor for 12hrs. She laid there in so much pain at Providence hospital until Dr. Kendal Foster showed up and told her she had to have a C-section because her pelvis would not expand. The nurse hooked my mother up to monitors and willed her to the operating room, my father Raymond F Smith was dressed in hospital operating clothes. Dr. Foster began to open my mother’s womb and pulled me out at 5:25 pm.

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.

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

Five and a half years ago, my father played softball at a place in Manteca called Big League Dreams where he met his wife and my step mom. Little did I know that my step mom at the time would become my step mom. When I first met her, when she came over to my father house’s, she seemed like a nice woman. Then, a year later she started to act like she was my mom. I wasn’t happy with that because she started to become strict and not fun at all. However, one day she started to help me get organized my clothes, books, and even my video games which took a long time. Fast forward to the year for 2013 on Christmas day at about nine o'clock in the morning, my father proposed to her and that was a happy day for my entire family. On October 10,

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.

“Estas loca que le vas a decir a tu papa? (you are crazy what are you going to tell your dad)” my mom said

To support family members back in Haiti and her children, she has worked two difficult jobs almost all her life. Through her I learned the value of hard work, and a good reputation. A year after graduating from one of the top high schools in the nation I am graduating college, an impossible feat without her, and the expectations she had for me. Facing pressure that seemed unbearable, and a standard I saw as unreachable, she exemplified achievement in her own life teaching me to do the same. As a nurse my mother’s skills mean everything to a patient who is on the brink of death, and as a mother her very existence means everything to her children. I know now that she does not need me to be the next Oprah Winfrey, or Michelle Obama, but rather she needs me to focus my efforts on making the world a better place on whatever scale that I

when i was younger my mom was very sick and she had to get surgery ,it was really hard on the family because she was always the one cooking for us doing laundry for us and all the other things kids don´t usually do. When that unfortunate event happened i had to take charge and be able to do the same things as my mother did for us ,since she would be unable to move fore a few weeks do to the surgery. I took the lead and started to do every thing and even taking care of my mom when she was sick.Another thing that i took charge of was making food for the family and taking care of my sisters as well as by brother.As my brothe wasent very familiar with the stove and cooking ,he amired me for taking charge and being able to take of my mother. As

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

My mom experienced inequality what had happened is that she felt ashamed as a mother because we started to act very rude and not our usual selves. The parts of the society were involved as my mother, her kids, and also her family last but not least her wonderful HUSBAND Kendall Clark. Who helped feel like she is not a bad mother well she is not a bad mother. Is me her eldest daughter Akayla King, and her husband by telling her mothers is going to make mistakes nobody's perfect at all. Who seemed to be working against her is the devil he wants her to fail. How did my mom handle it is that she does a bible study every night by herself with the candle lighted up smelling like sweet cinnamon. The results is she found herself being confident towards

Is college right for you? When you think of college, fear is probably the first thing that comes to mind. Coty, a mother of 4 children, 33 years old, and always has a big smile on her face… Well, at least most of the time. She has long black hair, light brown eyes, and if you look closely, a tattoo behind her ear. Most people will assume she’s just a college student but really, she’s a “mom”. I chose to interview Coty because she’s very encouraging and a very talkative person. My mom has a lot to say about her college experience.

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.

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.

Growing up, I only had one parent in my life. It was just me, my parent, and my older sibling, and most of my friends were the opposite sex. My household was also the opposite sex. One would think that being around the opposite sex all the time that I would act more like them, but I don’t. I did everything that society would expect me to do.