Personal Narrative: My Mother

Mom had always been the provider of the family. She worked at a failing elementary school as a reading recovery specialist. She didn't care so much about the money as much as she cared about her school kids. She was a very loving person who wanted her school kids and her actual kids to succeed in life. Mom was 5’2 and weighed one hundred and two pounds, she also had short brown hair. Her eyes were the color of the sky. Your mother cared so much about you in particular because you were the oldest and hoped that you’d go off to college and travel the world. Your father, on the other hand, was nothing to look at. He stood at 5 feet and weighed one hundred fifty pounds. He was bald, sunburnt, reeked of pot and lone star beer. He was in the military

Egg white walls with memory sharers everywhere. I see everything because she has me high up and watches me every day. “She loves me the best.” Shouted the entertainment box. “She carries me everywhere like her life depends on it”. “She throws us everywhere, but she uses us every day.” Loudly whines the band T-shirts behind the shuttered closet doors. “I am above all.” Boomed the body rester, “She absolutely adores me.” Everyone loves their person even though she uses others more than most, they understand she is busy and has crazy monster siblings to take care of but they wish everyone got equal attention like they used to during summer.

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.

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.

I once believed teaching was the least gratified, but most important career until I remembered motherhood which is more arduous yet less appreciated than any other job. Mothers serve for at least eighteen years, everyday, sunup and far past sundown, without sick days, and arguably no pay. My mother, Manola Jean-Mary having eleven children has done the impossible for twenty-two years with seventeen more to go. There has been countless opportunities missed, many decisions questioned, even hospitalization because of the side effects of stress, however with no regrets she continues to do her absolute best for every one of us. A dissertation could be written about her strength, hardships, and how she has prevailed, but this essay only briefly explains my mother as my source of inspiration. I reached a point where I lost all motivation, any urge to accomplish anything. I was convinced that everything I did was unsatisfactory, that my role in this world, and my efforts were unimpactful,

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.

Mama always had a love-hate relationship with my hair. If she was around me all the time, she’d comb and gel my black curly hair into an unpredictable shape, whatever she wanted. It almost always became a frizzy, tangled mess. I never liked her hair styling but I finally learned not to argue with Mama. I liked my hair like I like my food: simple. No need to add anything, or spend more money. My mama didn’t see it like that.

A little girl with her blonde ringlets pulled into tight pigtails complete with yellow ribbons squealed with delight at the colorful sight before her. Tents painted with blues, reds, greens, and purples towered around her as tall as mountains compared to her four-foot-tall stature. Balloons, cotton candy, and clowns mingled in the crowd like wild animals on an African plain. My mother latched her hand onto mine until I saw the most majestic animal next to the booth with the funny-looking mirrors. Its gigantic ears and stubby toes mesmerized my five-year-old brain, and I tugged on my mom’s long arm. “What’s that, Mommy?” I questioned with wide eyes. She followed my gaze and answered, “An elephant, Honey.” After that day, elephants adorned my

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.

The children were listening to the Alligator Alphabet book and were introduced to the letters and their sounds.

Not only as a woman, but as a Mexican, my mother demonstrated to be the strongest person in the world. Since a very young age, growing up in a very difficult environment like it is Mexico, she learned how to see for herself. And through her life my mom appreciated all the lessons she experienced, never with a pessimistic outlook. That is why she always had the wisest words that encourage me to be brave when taking decisions. As the same way her mother’s determination shaped her to become someone independent and with more knowledge, is the same way my mother’s experiences influence me to have her strength. Unlike other mothers, mine was excited when I started solving problems by my own without her guidance, acting like a young adult. The fact

My mom used to beat me every single day. And I do not feel bad about saying this, it's in my memory and yet something tells me not to believe it. She not only beat me but my sister Angelica as well. I remember her beatings on myself more. If I think back to it I can almost feel how fearful I felt and how much I wanted her to stop. Anything or everything would make her go off on us. We were walking on eggshells. No matter how many times I tried my best to avoid making her mad or cause her to verbally abuse us, nothing worked. I grew up thinking I was a bad kid. I grew up thinking her actions and behavior were my fault. I found ways to keep her happy and she was always miserable. We never seen her genuinely happy for us, not a single day. Her

As he walked away my smile grew until I was beaming. I cant believe it! He asked for my number! Me! Out of all people! I hope he texts me back.....