Personal Narrative: My Mother

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.

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.

As part of my EDUC 2204 class, we are required to go out into the community and create experiences that enhance our own learning. The first lab I conducted was about understanding parental socialization by interviewing a parent. I had absolutely no desire to interview my own parent because I didn't want any questions or answers to feel biased or skewed. (I am sure I wouldn't agree with most of my mom's answers anyway). Instead, I chose to interview a former professor who I admire tremendously. Steven Hall was a professor at Idaho State University in the Department of English and Philosophy. He recently received a new title at ISU as part of the First Year Experience team. Mr. Hall will now be helping mentor first year students and assist them in their transition to university life. While in class, he had mentioned a few times about his young son and when the assignment came up, I knew who I wanted to interview.

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.

She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.

The worker contacted Joetta Rhone who is the mother of Kelly Rhone and maternal grandmother of her children. Mrs. Rhone stated “I’m shocked at the allegations pointed at Kelly I have seven grandchildren all together and they’re all active in the church. I see Alaina and Markel at least three times a week especially on Wednesdays when we have church. We I see the children there always clean neat and well groomed. I’ve never seen any mark or bruises on the children and I don’t have any concerns for their safety living with Kelly. Kelly is a good mother she doesn’t drink or do drugs in fact I admire the way she parents her children because she a young mother she had Alaina while she was still a senior in high school and I’m proud of her for continuing

As I lay awake in the hospital bed I can hear them speaking. I can hear them and I can sense them but I can not see them. My body will not move although I try with all my might. Ever since the accident I haven't been able to open my eyes or move my limbs. The doctors don’t realize that I can hear them, that I know exactly what's going on. Every time they come in the room I listen to their banter. One of them is a man and the other is a woman. THe door always squeaks open and they rush in, immediately wondering what hey should do to me next or where they should move me. Today was no exception as they scurried in fast and began their discussion as usual.

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.

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

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.

My mother gave birth to me as a 16-year-old high school student, so in the beginning, my life was very inconsistent. The first 7 years of my life I don’t recall my mother being around that often, it was my grandmother who initially raised me and impacted my adolescent years. My mother after finishing high school and acquiring her nursing degree, was always working to ensure we had food on our plates and a roof over our head. Eventually my mother acquired enough wealth to move us to California for a better life and more opportunities than in Las Vegas. As time passed I had to learn how to manage the new life that was thrust upon me, and I no longer had my grandmother who kept me company when my mother was working. As a child of a teenage mother,

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.

The news arrives on a sunny Friday afternoon. A shrill ring from the phone grabs the attention of my whole family; burned into my memory forever is the image of my mother’s face. As she hangs up the phone, I already know the news was not what we had expected. Bursting into tears, my mother sobs as my father holds her, tears clouding his own eyes. The diagnosis is ductal carcinoma in situ, a form of breast cancer. The perfect weather contrasts with one of the most excruciating days of my life. The day is my mother's 50th birthday.

Years ago mothers stayed at home with the children while the father worked to support the family, but my home is the exact opposite. In my household, its three children and one adult. My mother works as a Certified Nursing Assistant (CNA) at a near-by nursing facility. My mother was once married, but later got a divorce. After my mother’s divorce, she acquired a second job to pay bills. As a teen in middle school, I had to take on the responsibility as being the “babysitter”, so my mother wouldn’t have to pay for childcare services. Being the leader of the house while my mother worked, I had to learn how to provide for my younger siblings by cooking, cleaning and giving them short homework lessons. During this time my siblings and I bonded and learned how to care for one another just like I was doing for my mother.

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.