Personal Narrative: Single Mother

I chose to interview a single mother of one son. She states the signs and symptoms of child abuse and neglect to her are marks and bruises, if the child appears scared to talk and often hold their head down. She states an abused/neglected to her looks like a child whose arms are low and down by their sides and the child walks in a straight line. The child present wearing dirty clothing, smells, and lacks good hygiene. To the single mother the biggest child abuse and neglect problem issue in Spartanburg County is related to the increase of parent use of methamphetamines. Positives for DSS are; DSS is placing children more with family members instead of placing children into the foster care system and DSS is better at seeking out abused and abused

Sometimes I wonder just how messed up I’ll be for not having a mother around growing up. Other times I am less pessimistic. Regardless, the lack of a stable relationship with a dominant female figure has altered my personality and how I interact with others.

I thought she would never leave me, and especially under these circumstances. We lived in a house in Rogersville Missouri and there was a hole in the floor in the kitchen entering the back deck and pool I did not have a room because they said I did not deserve one. we had a living room with ugly green carpet and the walls looked like fake wood , then tammy and buddy (buddy was the person who did those things to me he is my 2nd adoptive moms, 2nd boyfriend, she only liked him cause he was wealthy I know by the sounds of the house it does not sound like it but they were doing a renovation , we had a boat two jet skis and we had a ford king ranch and a convertible Lexus) had a bedroom with an huge bed and a bathroom with paw prints on the

Sleepless nights, crippling fatigue and unrelenting pain and stiffness ensued. I had to adapt the way I picked up and held my baby. I needed help with household tasks. I lost my independence along with any hope for my future.

I'm not the most privileged being on earth but I am a most compassionate one. My foster mother hailed from Mississippi. We were different in many ways, but she put it all aside to make sure that I was cared for. I decided to take up football my freshman year because I had begun taking a liking to it. I always had a competitive spirit and longed to put it to the test. My foster mother was extremely supportive and was glad that I was doing something worthwhile. I would exhibit the same compassion she had for me a little while later. My sophomore year, I had a friend who struggled with OCD. He didn't acquaint himself with many, yet I was his trustworthy and loyal friend. He was stressed out and decided that he was going to take a break from sports.

I live in a single-parent home, raised by the most fantastic mother out there. She really works hard on making sure my sister and I have an amazing childhood. She is a very determined woman, with a master’s degree. She is a first grade teacher, but knowing teaching isn’t the greatest paying job, she works other small jobs. My parents divorced when I was about three years old. When they split, my father took all our money, and my mom had to start all over again. Going to court cost a lot of money as well. Mom has worked really hard to give us a roof over our head and clothes on our back, but she still struggles. She does not necessarily tell us her financial statement because she does not want us to worry, but if we do ask for something we sometimes

It is 2 am, only halfway through my shift, and I might not be able to keep my eyes open much longer: it's as if someone has hung lead weights on each of my eyelids. That is when my work mom shows up and saves the day with a big cup of steaming coffee. For the past six years I have worked the night shift at a nearby hospital as a telemetry technician. Working on the same unit, laboring through the same twelve-hour night shift, and toiling through the same tasks over and over can oftentimes be a grind. While some nights are slow and seem like they never end, other nights feel as tense as a guitar string. Things can get hectic. Whether its dealing with an irate family member or even trying to save a patient's life; sometimes work can feel like

Today is the day i get my baby rv back and i can hit the road again. I take two large plates full with eggs,bacon, toast, and waffles, plus about a dozen yogurts for the road. I walk out to the school where the student repaired my rv. I head over and see it, parked perfectly, i'm just praying that the student fixed it. I see him and head over to ask if everything worked out well. He said it did and that it really was a simple task, only the transmitter and blah blah blah was a little jacked up. He says i'm set to go and walks away to the side to make sure that when I start it up it works. I pack away my two plates of food in the refrigerator and get Shawn’s leash and collar packed up in a convenient drawer. When we are all set up to go I get in the driver seat and thank the student, he even

I had this neighbor, she was a single mother of two daughters, one was 15 years old and the other was 8. Over the two years that I lived in my home we were friendly but she had a tendency to need things quite often; my husband to watch and walk her dog while she was on a cruise, her daughter to stay in my home to wait for her to arrive from work, printer paper, there was always a knock at my door from her and after a while my family and I started to not answer. One morning she walked up to me while I was waiting with my daughter for the bus and asked she crudely asked me, “Are you trying to be rude?” After feeling attacked, we went back and forth verbally attacking each other. I felt she had no reason to attack or confront me because I had never asked her

It really is a shame that I didn't get to know her better when I was younger, but I am glad I do know her pretty well now.

One way that my parenting has changed is that I have added more rules that I expect Finley to follow. Finley told me one day that I have more “rules” than other kids’ parents. Finley is usually in a good mood and has a cheerful personality. She tends to use humor to deal with stress or shrugs off little upsets that happen throughout her life. Even though it happens rarely, she does come across a problem that gets her upset. When this happens, I make sure to sympathize with her by giving her a hug, and showing that I will listen to Finley whenever she wants to talk about these problems. I let her know that she can solve these problems on her own if she wants to spend time alone to think about the problems or she can always come to me to talk

Getting to be familiar with me may be slight demanding. Overall, I am a nice, sweet, outgoing, caring individual to others. Within my life, it has truly been a tedious journey. Growing up in a single-parented home, can become very challenging at times. I have only had my mother and her side of the family supporting me with their full extent, since birth. I developed into the young lady I am now without a father figure being in my life, and that was a decision that my father made. Like I said formerly, this circumstance was something that was beyond hard to accept. I never certainly understood why he did not want to partake in my life, and until this day I still do not know why. As I grew older and recognized that I have someone in my life

My parents divorced when I was five, so I was raised in a single parent home by my mother. My aunt and mother both instilled in me what it means to be a strong, independent, God fearing woman. From the time I was born I attended church regularly, praise dancing and singing in the choir. Being able to touch someone while ministering the word of God is one of the greatest privliges I’ve had.

Balancing my life as a single mom is always an adventure! I found that it was such a challenge to spend quality time with the kids, make enough to pay the bills, and keep my bosses pleased with my performace. So, in the spring, I had a meeting with my bosses to create a schedule that would better meet the needs of my family, and to increase the efficiency of our office. No matter what I tried; improving scripture study and prayer, more time with the kids, and working well in my new department; something was still missing. I continued to pray for God's guidance and received a job opportunity close to home in a preschool! I thought this was it! I felt so confident and peaceful; I put in my two weeks notice and pursued this new direction with

This week I have to finish my rough draft that I had wrote in week two and turn it in to a final essay. In week two I wrote a rough draft about a particular moment that had a special moaning on my life.