Why Is My Mother Feel Essay

In the article Why My Mother Can’t Speak English by Garry Engkent, the men appear to hold more power than the women. The son shows that men have the power by taking control away from his mother and making decisions for her. The father shows this by preventing the mother from learning English and forcing his opinions onto her. Feminist theory examines how women in a piece of writing may be marginalized (Kennedy). It is important to examine this piece of writing with feminist theory because of the way that the dynamics in the relationships reflect patriarchy.

With my parents always working, certain responsibilities have fallen on me. When I was younger, this is something that wasn’t clear to me. Those expectations have really been there my whole life. They stem from my older sister who suffers from learning disabilities. Since my sister is not able to attend college, my parents expect me to work hard and do my best in achieving the best education possible. I believed that my sister was just like anybody else, so that led to me treating her like everybody else. Therefore, it was not clear to me why my mom always needed to rely on me instead of my older sister. That approach and thought was completely wrong, this would only lead to frustration for me, my sister and my mother. As I grew, I slowly began to understand, I learned how to approach my sister to avoid making her upset or angry. I know now that I have to speak slower and explain what I am saying when having a conversation with her so she can understand. I know that I must help her with any issue, instead of waving her off. My favorite moments with her are when she, at times, goes off on tangents and I can provide her the audience she needs to be able to express her

I grew up learning everything myself and my mom never really listened to me and because of that now I'm used to keeping everything to myself and she wonders why but that is not her fault. I had to survive, that’s what I call it because you either had to hide the certain special things you wanted and expect the worst out of your older brothers. There were never any words of advice from my older brothers towards me and at the moment given I was only allowed to see my father on the weekends. When my father said specific things he said is using big words, and at the moment I was too young and he was very wise as he had been in my position. My two older brothers have a different dad than my older brother and I. The time my mom was struggling in working and not receiving help from no one and had to maintain 4 male children that fought for food as it was scarce and fought for clothing even if it was too big or too small. This has made me realize that the image a

Sabrina Benaim’s spoken word piece “Explaining My Depression to My Mother” is emotionally overwhelming. Crammed with many impactful metaphors, the poem captures feelings of darkness and loneliness that accompany mental illness. Her hysterical tone barely allows time for breath, stressing to the audience the panic that comes with being trapped inside your own mind. The piece is performed in front of a live audience in Oakland (CA), as part of the 2014 National Poetry Slam semi-finals. The purpose of this essay is to justify why and how the piece “Explaining My Depression to My Mother” is both creative and communication. It shall also address the various strengths and weaknesses the spoken word piece has.

My mom is a very perceptive woman. She’s always had a way of explaining the world and the people within it. It came as a great shock to myself when I learned she was extroverted, as I had always known her to exhibit introverted mannerisms. I had assumed she would be the watchful and quiet one, but she’s usually the life of the party. That’s when I started to ask her about her life. She’s experienced enough things to warrant a jaded perspective of the world, yet she still holds some appreciation. I owe her much more than just giving her a mutual respect and completing my chores. I attribute my perspective on the world to my mom. My personality was shaped from her open mind and helped me find my passions in life. I’ve always had a strong sense of who I am, what I want to do in life. I know that I’ll always be welcomed back to her regardless of any mistakes I may

Like Norma and Arthur didn’t know each other well, I think I didn’t really know my parent sometimes, even though they raised me, my mother always feels angry toward me. Sometimes during our conversations, I always can’t understand why she feels so angry and be angry to me. I am a person who likes to share everything with my parents, I like to talk with my mother, share my opinion with her about my studies, and my life. I enjoy that almost time. But, just like I said, sometimes when I talked to my mother, I told her some part she wasn’t good at, or our ideas are different, she will suddenly be angry to me when I didn’t realize. I always felt sad and aggrieved because she is my mother so why she can’t understand me. After we quarreled, mother always comes to say sorry to me. Whatever She did to me, she is not for herself, she did everything for me. Nobody is perfect, I can forgive she did to me because she is my mother. I think I didn’t really know my friends too, why do we have lots of things to talk at last moment and nothing to say at this moment?

How do you think one’s culture affects how they see what is going on in the world? We have read several short stories, poems, and excerpts during the past couple of weeks, we also have our own personal experiences. With what we have seen, read, and learned ourselves we can conclude that one’s culture has a great deal to do with how we see each other, the world, and what is going on in the world. In My Mother Pieced, a poem by Teresa Palomo Acosta, she talks about these quilts that are a part of her mother's culture.

Life is hard when you are forced to move to a new country, and follow the rules of a new culture. As a person growing up in Canada I am thankful my parents moved here, but hearing their stories of struggle makes me feel sorry, and lucky that I didn’t have to go through the same. Being a first generation Canadian, I think that Canada does make it hard to adapt, but at the same time, they are very accepting of other cultures. As Canada continues to become a cultural mosaic, and different races, beliefs, and cultures live together as one, some may feel left behind. The stories Why My Mother Can’t Speak English by Garry Engkant, and Growing up Native by Carol Geddes show a mix of hardships and acceptances that people from different cultures go through to adapt to European/Canadian cultures that have been present in the past, and are present now. I feel as a whole, Canada does a good job at preaching multiculturalism and inclusion, and doing things to help immigrants, but there are many cases in which people still feel left behind in the past, and now, because this is a culture in which communicating “our way” makes things easier, unfortunately.

“What My Mother Doesn’t Know” by Sonya Jones was written in 2001.The book consists of events that aren’t out of the ordinary in a young freshman life,also it is solely composed of armature poetry,almost as if it is diary entries.The main character is Sophie who lives in Cambridge,Massachusetts.She is just entering high school and going through all the typical stages such as becoming distant from her mother and boys are always on her mind.As each poem is written it is enviable to see the maturity that has taken over her.The story really connects with its audience in the sense that when they were in their freshman year it was okay to be awkward and fall in love with every guy you laid eyes on.It is simply a part of growing up,but luckily she also shows that after she came

My family and I begun to see my mother less. Moreover, she was doing several tasks at once she had enrolled in a CNA course, classes at community college, begun renting several cars, and surrounding herself with toxic people. At this point, I hadn’t seen her for a few months and whenever I would try to visit her in Nashua, she wasn’t home or she wouldn’t let me in. In 2011, she purchased a home in Williamsburg, Virginia. For months I had absolutely no idea where she was or what she was doing. From 2011- 2014 I probably saw my mother about four times maximum. Those were crucial times where I was starting college and growing up that I didn’t have a mother around. Thankfully, my sister who is five and a half years older than me took on the role of checking up on me, spoiling me with Christmas presents, and always offering me to come over her apartment. In 2012, we received a phone call

Families are supposed to support each other, be abundant in love and happiness! (smiles) They take the time to actually listen to the other. (Angrily says) No such thing exists in this family. I feel like all I’m ever doing is bowing at my fathers every command, all I have ever done is obey him, and the one time I decide to rebel he tells me he’ll abandon me. And mother! She is no better, standing by my father’s side while he yells at me, I begged her to help me, but she said she wanted no part! Ha (laughs bitterly) and then she offers to help me for the wedding (laughs) of course I’d choose nurse over her, nurse has been there for me when my parents were not. (softens tone) I’m so grateful I have nurse in my life, she’s my true friend, closer than my own

The first reason I care about my mom is because she takes care of me when I am sick. I had my appendix taken out, and she would get me my drinks. She would bring me my food when I was hungry. She never left my side. She would not let me do anything for myself for a while. When I was supposed to start doing things, she still would not let me do much. When I was at the hospital I could not get out of bed or she would get mad at me.

What can one say about their mother? One may talk about her positive and negative

Any women can be a mother but it takes someone special to be a mother. Having someone in your life who means so much to you is a blessing. My Mom, Fatima was born on June 4, 1973. Moving to her appearance, I could say that the way she acts says a lot about her personality. She is the kind of person that is interesting to listen. Every time I listen to her, I learn something new. The moment she had me in her life was also a blessing for her. Im her third daughter. She is someone who cheers me up while I’m feeling sad. Without her, I wouldn’t be who I am today. Her smile is the only thing that will make me happy throughout the day. Her guiding hand on my shoulder will remain forever. Ever since her childhood, my mom was taught that

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.