Personal Narrative: My Mother

‘I don’t want to lose her,’ I kept repeating in my head trying to look strong for her. I was trying to not show how scared I was, trying to stop bursting into tears the second I saw her in the state she was. She was so weak and there was nothing I could do to help, except stay out of the doctor’s way. There were nurses and doctors rushing around and giving me a strange look until realization dawned on them. I was at the hospital with my mom around 10 at night, in my pajamas, wondering what was going to happen to her and if she was going to be okay.

I was born December 16, 1998 in San Diego California. I was the third boy born, and the last child my parents would have. Although I got the special treatment that the youngest child always gets, there were some negatives to being the youngest. First of all, there is hardly any pictures of me. There are pictures, but by the third kid your parents start to get lazy. There are about a million photos of my oldest brother Frank and about ten of me. I like my name: Mitchell John McNeill. As a child, I was always very hyper. I was known as the kid with a lot of energy. Frankly, I liked being called that. I took it as a compliment and took pride in being energetic. I also always had a smile on my face as a kid. I would get excited

Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

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.

We waited at the door for our mother, we knew better. Once she approached us we turned around and took a look around the gift shop. I didn’t have a clue as to what I wanted to get.

In this paper I am going to tell you about my mom's life, her name is Tracy and she was born in Dubuque, Iowa, at Xavier Hospital on December 27, 1972 . I am going to tell you about her family, her early influences, her education and finally her interests.

I first realized my parents mortality when I was in the fifth grade. I was in the basement of my house, watching TV, when I heard a frantic call from my father telling my sister to call 911. My mother had been taking a shower, but she passed out and fell to the ground. My father heard her fall and rushed into the bathroom to investigate, and found her lying on the shower floor. I ran up the stairs in a hysterical panic, while my sister was on the phone calling an ambulance. Every time my mother would open her eyes they would instantly roll to the back of her head. We got my mother into bed and I went to the kitchen to get water and we forced her to drink it. Pretty soon, she came to, and we canceled the ambulance. We huddled in with my mother

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.

Everyone says February is filled with love and happiness because of Valentine's day. Well February has not been the best month for my family and me. We loved February but now not so much anymore. One day I will learn to love February again, hopefully, but as of right now I can only think of what has happened.

As an immigrant from Ghana, my mother came to the United States, not knowing anybody or much about the new area she was in. She didn’t have any relatives here, and she also hadn’t had much education after finishing high school in Ghana. She wasn’t afforded the opportunity to go to college because she was on her own. My mother has been with the union for nearly twenty years, and directly affected my entire family. Through the union benefits we were blessed with healthcare, and my mother with a job, after she had come to America with nothing. The union has allowed her to try and give her children the opportunity that she couldn’t have, being able to attend college and become successful in America. Also through this relationship my mother has

I was so scared, I was about to walk down the aisle for my mom’s wedding. September 9,2017, I felt so pretty with my long rose colored dress with my makeup and my rose colored nail polish. Holding flowers and a ring box, it was a little hard but I did it! Ok, here I go everyone was clapping and I was nervous, then I got to the end of the aisle and “plop” the top of the ring box fell ugh I was so mad I couldn't even get it because I had so much in my hand I had to go back for it, so I turned around and got the top and stood in my place.

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.

It’s been a week and Charlie has been continuing to care and nurture her family in a way that she has never done before, but she’s concerned because it doesn’t seem as if there is any change her family is still unaware of her presence. Charlie doesn’t say anything because she figured that if she’s a little more patient then the change will soon come, when Charlie gets back from school she shuts herself out from her family in her room. Charlies face starts to get over heated and warm tears fall from her face and she starts balling tears as she’s crying the glow reappears and Charlie wipes away her tears. Why the tears asks Mary as Charlie tries to catch her breath she stutters that she has done everything that Mary has asked and after a week

“Do you know anything about pennies in my freezer?” As an eleven-year old, the question evoked a laugh and a denial. In my defense, I truly knew nothing about the pennies; however, I could hypothesize how our poker tournament could have led to their new home.