Personal Narrative: My Mother

As a kid I only got to see my dad on the weekends and those were the best days I had, I never understood why I couldn't live with my father full time because my mom never lived a stable life. My mother wasn’t as bad as it seems, she always made sure we had food and somewhere to stay even if it wasn't the greatest, even living with my mom my dad still paid for almost everything I had. When I was about 8 years old I lived in Mccomb and it was my dads weekend and I was so excited to get off of school and go see him, When I got home I was shocked to find everything packed up and my mom told me to get in the car, I was so upset to find out that me, my two brother, and her and her boyfriend were off to Florida. The whole trip to Florida I balled my eyes out and all I remember was that I kept saying that I wanted to live with my dad and that I hated my mom, I wondered how she could just up and leave without telling my

My father looked at me quizzically, asking what was wrong with her. I just shook my head. I was afraid if I spoke the words I would burst out crying, which is exactly what I didn’t want to do. This was very unusual for my mom. Everyday we would get home from school and there she would be crocheting or already starting on dinner with a gigantic smile glued to her face. Today, that smile was gone. That great bubbly attitude was gone. All of us knew something was wrong, but I was the only one who actually knew.

I loved my mother... I felt someone wrap their arms around me. It was Ed. I hugged him back and cried into his chest. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." He said. "You'll get through this. Everything will be okay."

Growing up my mother has always been the most supportive person I know and also very independent. I’ve always had respect for my mother, she has always been a role model for me and my siblings. My mother has always been very supportive of me and my siblings, for as long as I can remember. Growing up my mother always encouraged us to follow our dreams.

Finally, what my mom taught me. My mom taught me how to respect you're older. My mom believe is that god will take care of you and is always watching you and when you get scare to pray and will make it go away that was my mother believe. Seen i was little i would get nightmare and wake up my sister and ask her to pray with me she would never say no she look at me and pray together till this day because my mom work all night. She also show us that speaking two language is good because you would have more opportunities to get a job. For us cinco de mayo and los tres reyes we have to come all together and eat no one allow to leave that family time. I'm not really use to eating American food because my mom always make mexican food when she come

My mom works as an accountant. I wouldn’t like that job because it’s really hard for me. My mom wants me to get a really good job and she doesn’t want me to get a girl pregnant because then I’m gonna ruin my life because I would have to be taking care of the baby.

In spite that reuniting with my mother was a very important moment for me, I was facing a tough time in my life where I was leaving most of my relatives, friends and everything I knew behind, to start a new life, to start from

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.

Throughout my life, until now, I have always felt like my dear mother has sheltered me from the world. I was hardly ever allowed outside to hang out with my friends and if I was to be let out I always had the earliest curfew. I remember one day talking to my mother I said to her “ de que me protégés? No necesito que me trates como une niño el resto de mi vida ” (what are you protecting me from? I do not need you to treat me like a child the rest of my life). At the time my mother saw my questioning as a challenge to her authority and instead of being a bit more lenient towards me she just became stricter. I was expected to come home straight after school and I was never allowed to go outside to hang out with friends or my girlfriend.

I chose to create this family book because when my whole family was gathering for thanksgiving I noticed how diverse we are in our family. I have two gay uncles, my grandma lives like 15 minutes away from me, my aunt lives with her mom and children and there’s way more in my family. I always knew that my family was diverse but I did not know their specific name to them. I was also inspired because I am the only one in my family to go to college so I learned about different types of families in the world that I can go along and teach my family about the type of family they are. Once I teach them and show them what type of family they are I know they will teach future generations and that’s exactly what I wanted to do. This book will be one of

“What’s this for?” I asked my mom as I lifted my tear-filled eyes to meet my favorite candy she was pushing in my direction. She responded with the kindest, most understanding words that acted like miniature needles pricking my heart, “because I know you are hurting.” In that moment the guilt of not reciprocating this treatment towards her whenever she was solely trying to live for me and my sister was all too much. I fell apart. My sobs became uncontrollable and tears began to flow like they were coming from a faucet.

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.

During this time, my mother found that her diamond earrings were missing. She then subconsciously had a feeling that Becky knew where they were. My mother asked Becky about it and Becky just said she didn’t know anything about it, but that wasn’t the true story at all. By that time I was in Nebraska visiting my favorite aunt. A week went by and I had missed Mother’s day that year since our flight was canceled, so we stayed an extra day. The next day I finally get home, not to find a warm home with my family greeting me at the door, but instead to find my parents and my sister with a couple of suitcases in their hands walking to the car. I proceed to ask my mother what was wrong with my sister and she replied with “Yesterday Becky confessed that for the past year, she has been doing heroin.” My heart sank. I never thought it was that serious. My parents took her to rehab, and I went into my room and cried the rest of the day.

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,

I stuck by my mom’s side from thereafter being one of the primary caregivers for about one year and a week that she had with us. On July 19, 2005, mom left me as I was singing and assuring her that we would be fine although tears flowed and I felt like nothing of the words that I was assuring her with.