Profile of My Mother

I had just finished reading her a bedtime story and I was tucking her in with a goodnight kiss when she yawned and asked, “You'll always be my mommy, right?”, “Of course,” I said”, “Good. I'd miss you if you weren't”, “You've been my mommy for a long time.”, “Yup, your whole life,” I replied. “All my life,” she whispered into her pillow. Her eyes had slowly closed shut, her breathing deepened, and she fell asleep while I sat next to her, thinking kids really do say the darndest things. I didn't think much about it though, it had just been an off the cuff remark by a child with an active imagination. The same child who, a few weeks before, had told me that rainbows are unicorn slides, and clouds are their magical trampolines.

Growing up, my mother always encouraged me to be involved in any activity I should interest in, whether that be soccer, softball, theater, or chess club. While my mom did not always have the extra money or time, she never told me I could not pursue a new activity. Through my mother’s actions, I have learned to never settle and to continue to fight and work for better, for myself and others. My mother’s selfless attitude and positive attitude inspire me to have the same attitude with the my future family and the people around me.

The points made by Rollin are valid. I see my older sister being scolded by my mother all the time because she is married, has a career, but no children. My mom believes that until she has kids,

The mother says “I worried about boys, not male hormones.” Max Apple, “Stepdaughters” Initiation Stories: An Album page 129 She thinks that

My mother is someone I always look up to; she has put in great effort to be such an inspiring person. She has worked twenty-seven years as a committed dental hygienist, and has volunteered as a Cub Scout, Girl Scout, and 4-H leader for over twenty-five years. I have followed in her footsteps, dedicating myself to 4-H, being an active member for nine years and an officer for five. My mom has taught me so much and is one of my best friends, but

She would always tell me fantastical stories. Some true, mostly not. She would tell me about the parrot she had in her basement that could have entire conversations. Even though I’d been in her basement numerous times. Anytime I would mention this or ask to see it she would shrug it off and say “Ask Mom for

When I asked my mother how having Jessica changed her, she responded with, “Yes it changed me very much. I felt that I needed to set an example for her unlike my mother, and also to support her with education,” which causes her to look deeply into my eyes and somewhat smile after a moment of silence. After having my sister, her and Richard decided that they could not be married anymore, and they got divorced. “He kept spending our money that I tried to save, he acted childishly, and he could not take care of Jessica; like the one time he tried feeding her grapes without cutting them,” while saying this she maintained a passionate face, and appeared very intrigued by my

As I make my journey through freshman year, I am asked what has made me into the person I am today. The answer, is everything. From going out of the country, my faith, to crazy memories with my friends and family, they have made me who I am today. However, my mother, Jennifer Holtz, has made a big impact on who I am. She has taught me so much ever since I was little. She taught me to be appreciative, always say please and thank you, and to be kind to others. I'm so grateful for her and I have her to thank everyday.

My mother was not a quitter, even when faced with terminal cancer and little chance to beat it with chemotherapy, she still fought and lived a year longer than they had predicted. My mom also had a big heart and loved with all that she had, all of the time, and this was something that I wanted to be as well. When she did not have a boyfriend, she was the most involved and loving mom that a child could ask for; this was the mom I wanted to be. While the good and the bad of my childhood helped to develop the person I am today, I also had different career goals when I

The natural state of motherhood is unselfishness. When you become a mother, you are no longer the center of your own universe. You relinquish that position to your children,” (Jessica Lange). Throughout my life, I never truly appreciated the ways of my mother the way she deserved, as all children don’t. I could see what she did for me and my siblings, but never understood the magnitude of it and what it meant to her until further on into my life. My mother waited on me and my siblings hand and foot our entire lives, but I never noticed it until adulthood. My understanding for my mother changed 100% in the year 2006, and my respect and love for her grew ten-times the size it was before. My mother would do anything for her children, and soon

“ I’m having all boys no girls” is what my mother would say, but sadly I came. I was a handful growing up. I was always crying because I wanted everything to myself. When I couldn’t get what I want I would throw a fit. I didn’t have the understanding of someone saying “no.” Usually when you 're young you thought you could do and have everything and get away with it. I was always being a mother to my little brother. This one time my little brother was sleep in his crib and I climbed in there and clipped his nails, but I almost clipped off his finger. As a child, I didn’t know what was the wrongs and rights. I also loved playing with my baby dolls and doing their hair. I used to always wash their hair and flat iron it, even though my mother told me not to touch them. I always

Parents have one of the most important jobs in the world, being the field of making people is a tough job so I've been told working three hundred sixty-five days twenty-four hours seven days a week with no brakes in between must be hard. My mother who loved with her whole being, tormented with a mental disability which caged her in the hospital for the most of my adolescence, is a Christian woman who taught my sisters and I the values having a giving and humility. My family and I have experienced homelessness more time than I care to admit so when my mother saw a homeless women with her kids on the street and invited them into her home without question, I saw how selfless services such as this can impact the even one family. Growing up in this environment I couldn't help but to give back in the same way. My sisters and I decided that every weekend, holiday or summer break we would show the world the love we thought it needed. So instead of buying gifts for ourselves we cooked meals made, hygiene packages, mowed lawns, babysat, cleaned garages for our peers elder and people who just needed a helping hand, after natural disasters we would send clothing boxes along with non perishables to families in countries affected for free

Most of my family photo albums are packed with pictures of me with my grandmother. There she is, bathing me as a newborn, and there again, holding me as a little girl, a huge grin lighting up my face. Her name is Maria Luisa Lishner de Albertis, and though everyone has always called her Lucha, to me she has always been Mami. For every moment of my life, she’s been there: every single recital, ceremony, or event I’ve been a part of; all the home cooked meals she’d wake up early to cook for the family, even now that the memories of her favorite recipes have started to fade; and all those nights in high school when she’d hear me crying from her room, and come to sit at the foot of my bed and speak to me in her gruff yet so sweet voice. Mami has seen me at my worst and at my weakest, and not once has her quiet, under-appreciated love ever faltered.

One day, I was brought into this world with beautiful blonde hair and the sweetest baby blue eyes. Actually, my hair was barely there, I was pretty much a bald baby. I was ever so loved by my parents and had a big sister who was protective of me. I grew up with a huge extended family who loved me unconditionally. I had two great grandparents, four grandparents, five aunts, five uncles, and twenty cousins all portraying different forms of love as I grew older and older. As all people tend to pick favorites in the family, I am guilty of it as well. I got extremely attached to my paternal grandmother, Sue.

Lesa Howard is a very soft spoken, caring and courageous woman. She doesn’t take anybody's crap and that’s what makes her, her. She has the most outrageously colorful personality of anybody I've ever met. I suppose I could say that's where I get it from. This woman is my mother. Better yet, she's my best friend, my mom and I have had our ups and downs, I mean who hasn’t? Since we are so alike, we butt heads a lot but I love her more than anything. She described it as "We're so similar that we have a great relationship and I can say what I mean honestly without making you mad." Growing up she was my rock. Especially my high school days, it was always so hard to fit in as a new freshman, even in college it doesn’t get any easier. She was