Getting to know my Mom It took me eighteen years to spend some quality time with my mother and discover what an incredible journey she has had with my brothers and me. She is the kind of person who has always been very involved with all parts of our daily lives. In fact, she was the kind of mother who always had time for her three sons, worked full-time and had time to devote to community projects too. Her energy and enthusiasm for all of these things seemed endless and she always tried to teach the three of us to see the value in the idea of giving back to the community. I was always glad that she was present at my games and supported me through school, but it took me over a decade to learn what motivated her to be so …show more content…
My mother also says, “...I am pretty sure God intended for me to have sons. I am more of a tomboy than I am barbie doll. I am sure I would not have done well teaching a daughter how to do all the girlie things. Not to mention, when my nieces were little, I noticed the drama began very early on and they talked incessantly.” Of course she winks and grins with these remarks. She was like a second mother to my cousins and loves them dearly. As much as she is quick to point out the reasons she loved having sons and why they are so easy to raise, there is more to this story. I can 't count the times she has asked all of us why we need to scratch ourselves all of the time. This is not something females understand. It is not something males really want or feel they need to explain because it is just what we do. She can laugh about it and enjoyed imitating us and asking if we would like to see her walking around the house in her underwear scratching or fondling her parts. My mother was less tolerant of another brotherly trait – squabbling. That was another part of our dynamic which just seemed normal to my brothers and me. We just liked to agitate each other. To my mother this was upsetting because she didn 't want anyone hurt and she wanted to make sure we had good relationships in the future. It was not easy for her to get us to engage in conversations about feelings and relationships. Try as she might, we were most often not did not feel her same
The mother says “I worried about boys, not male hormones.” Max Apple, “Stepdaughters” Initiation Stories: An Album page 129 She thinks that
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
Watching my mother live from pay check to pay check when I was young was difficult. It was always hard for my mom to keep up with other parents but, she still somehow managed to get me everything I wanted, and more. Even though I was too young to understand, I could feel the stress, and the struggles my mom faced every day. She was only 20 years old when I was born and, because of that she had no choice but to grow up fast. At such a young age, I saw the effects of being a single parent, and the ways it changed my mom. She not only had to be a young mother but, she had to find a way to replace the void of a father, or a father figure in my life. My mom was strong, independent and courageous. Growing up watching her live her dreams under all the circumstances she faced, made me want to strive for a better life for myself. Seeing how hard is was to live and to have enough
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
There have been a vast number of lives that have touched mine. Many different people have shared a piece of their soul in my formation. However, it is my mother who is the most important and most influential person in my life. My mother raised me by herself since the day I was born. My father was abusive and she left to make a better life for the both of us. She has worked as many as four jobs at one time. My mother wants to make sure my brothers and I have a better life than she did. It hasn’t always been easy for her, taking care of us on her own, trying to pay bills and making sure we had everything we needed. My mom has always had us involved in sports at a very young age. We always were doing something or involved in something
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 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.
“ 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
My mom has gone through a lot to get where she is today. I will begin by telling you a little bit about my mom’s background. My mom grew up outside of George with her parents, Harris and Bev Kaster, and her three siblings, Erik, Brad, and Kristy. She attended George High School when they were still Blue Jays. My mom was involved in a lot of different activities. She was in the play, large group and individual speech, a cheerleader, played the drums in band, was in student council, secretary of her class, REC club, band, and jazz band. In her free time she hung out with friends and her sister. She had a few jobs growing up also. She babysat a lot, worked at the library, and the dentist office. My mother also helped teach bible school, catechism, and attended youth group at Hope Reformed Church.
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
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.
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