The Mommies: A Narrative Fiction

In a world in which abortion is considered either a woman's right or a sin against God, the poem "The Mother" by Gwendolyn Brooks gives a voice to a mother lamenting her aborted children through three stanzas in which a warning is given to mothers, an admission of guilt is made, and an apology to the dead is given. The poet-speaker, the mother, as part of her memory addresses the children that she "got that [she] did not get" (2). The shift in voice from stanza to stanza allows Brooks to capture the grief associated with an abortion by not condemning her actions, nor excusing them; she merely grieves for what might have been. The narrator's longing and regret over the children she will never have is highlighted by the change in tone

In The Help, by Kathryn Stockett, motherhood and how mothers affect and treat their children can have a positive or negative impact on who they turn out to be in life. Good mothers might not always be good people and good people might not always be good mothers. Also, mothers, such as Charlotte Phelan who is Skeeter's mom, can strongly influence their children in an opposite way by lacking in their life. Motherhood plays an underrated role in the story as it lays the background and plot structure if you understand the book and how everything plays out. In the book, mothers such as Charlotte , Constantine, Hilly, Minny, Elizabeth and Aibileen have a strong influence on their children or the children they take care of.

Do you think every human, including animals have love or care? I think that people do, it shows that this world is a complicated place. They’re able to show love because they can learn to forgive, learn to be determined, and

I have been going to this store since my days as a young child. My mother has always been a big advocate of healthy eating. She has been vegetarian since my birth, and when my first brother was born, she transitioned to full vegan due to his lactose-intolerance. For reasons such as these, she is always looking for new stores that suit our family’s dietary needs. Mother’s has been one store that she has always gone to in order to find certain things that are just not carried anywhere else. When I first entered the store, my goal was to finish taking the pictures quickly, as I had done in Stater Bros., but as I began taking the pictures, I started getting distracted with all of

The book I chose is Mothering Mother: A Daughter’s Humorous and Heartbreaking Memoir written by Carol O’Dell. This book appealed to me because I enjoy to read books that are based on true events or ones that captures the reader by reading the summary on the back of the book. This book captured my attention in that sense. With O’Dell using her daily journals, I believe it caught the real meaning of everything a caregiver does to make this particular book interesting.

Super confident I was. Confident that I would would make it out the zombie horror house without a scream. As I approached the entrance door, my heart began to drop slowly and horrifically. As I walked inside all I saw what seemed to look like a hospital type of theme. A door barricaded with the words “DON’T OPEN DEAD INSIDE”. All the lights broken, wires hanging down the ceiling and blood all through out the floor. As I turned the corner I saw a door, as I walked inside it seemed to be a way out that lead me to a field. A large field filled with crops and grass as I walked further in I began to see to something that seemed to be red. It was blood scattered all over the floor, as a look further I saw what seemed to be half of a zombie's body still dead but alive crawling towards me. I tried my best to avoid it but some how it got near me I

The putrid odour of flesh hung in the air, as the number of charred bodies piled up. Thick grey clouds surrounded the area where the crowd watched.

Modern Mommy is always scared what to do if her child drops by on the floor and eat something straight from it, like an insect? Awww...eeeee! Will she try Cork Kitchen Flooring after all?

We left and I said why don’t we just bury him in the ground. We did, we were all so glad we got rid of it. We back to my house and slept for a long time. I woke up and saw the mummy, I said Lukas, we have to go get that mummy. Me and Lukas went grabbed the mummy and snuck in the incinerate place and burned the mummy. We went back, and went to bed. We woke up and never told anyone what happen. A YEAR GOES BY, at the dance on friday the thirteenth there are rumors that the first 5 people to leave the dance would be haunted or followed by a mummy. But after a while we weren 't having fun so we planned on leaving. Were walked in the hallway’s to leave the dance. that if you leave the first 5

I have a lot of “proud” mommy moments, but one of the most recent moments is when my oldest daughter, Brianna joined the Army. When Brianna graduated high school, she really didn’t know what to do with her life. She has always been very interested in working on vehicles, but she has also been interested in coaching basketball and becoming an Athletic Director. She thought that being a mechanic would just be a hobby and would just go to college, since that is what all of her friends were doing. That fall she started college at CSC and was doing very good. She knew something was missing from her life and just wasn’t as interested in college as she thought she would be. She started to party and go to class less and less. Then, that Christmas break

My classmates and I have taken a trip to the Philbrooke Museum in Tulsa, OK. Mrs. Selby told all of us to stay together but my friend and I thought it would be a good idea to have a tour on our own. We walked all around the Museum and found the basement. It was dark through the hallway until we reached the underground basement. It was filled with ancient mummies. We got to looking around and started hearing loud strange noises; all of a sudden the lights went out. We couldn’t see a thing. The coffins that the mummies were kept in started shaking, we knew then that this wasn’t good. We started running for the door but we couldn’t get there in time. One of the mummies had us cornered. I was scared for my life. Then strangely, the mummy that

"Mom? Dad? Where do babies come from?" asked one of my children not too long ago. You might sense a little sarcasm if I say this is every parent's favorite question. We wait with anxiety for this question to be asked! But let's be realistic: it is probably not every parent's preferred one. How about, "Dad? How do babies get into a mommy's tummy and how do they come out?" This inquiry certain triumphs over the previous one.

"The Mother," by Gwendolyn Brooks, is a sorrowful, distressing poem about a mother who has experienced numerous abortions. While reading the poem, you can feel the pain, heartache, distress and grief she is feeling. She is both remorseful and regretful; nevertheless, she explains that she had no other alternative. It is a sentimental and heart wrenching poem where she talks about not being able to experience or do things with the children that she aborted -- things that people who have children often take for granted. Perhaps this poem is a reflection of what many women in society are feeling.

How my parents, both coming from relatively average families, have been able to function in the chaos that is brought by five kids, four boys and one girl (the youngest of which being four-year-old twin whirlwinds), has always been a marvel that I have looked up to. However, towards the end of February, last school year, my dad had to move from Keller to Austin to start his new job, leaving my mom and me, the oldest, in charge of holding the house together, until the rest of us would move in July; during this time, I got a five month taste of the eighteen (possibly thirty-four with today’s standards) years of parenthood.

May 31, 2001. My mom and father separated. I was born. There was struggle and commotion everywhere. How am I going to support five children? How am I going to raise FIVE children, all by myself? I am assuming those were questions my mom asked herself when I was born. I do not know how she accomplished it, but I know she raised five children, practically, on her own. And by doing so she inspired us all that we can defeat the obstacles life throws at us even if they seem impossible or difficult at the time.