Mom was small, a slight 110 pounds but through my eyes, she was large, even after my height surpassed hers. To this day, she would argue that she weighed only 100. Her strong presence claimed her space, and anyone else's that she cared to. Being right was of utmost importance to her, and she made sure always to have the last word. Overbearing, and overprotective of me, her only child, she usually controlled every situation, regardless of how trivial.…
Losing someone so close to you can internally and externally break you. One day you could be having a normal conversation with that one person talking about something exciting that happened in your day and the next day, they are gone. I can relate to this to a tee because I have gone through this with my mom. In my freshman year of high school, she got really sick and had a seizure in her sleep. I was the one that had found her and I was the one that called the ambulance.…
I was born in San Francisco to a single mother, and I have never known anything different. My mother provided an incredible life for me, for which I am eternally grateful. At the age of eleven my mother decided it would be financially best to relocate to Casper, Wyoming, where she would have the help of her family to raise me. Although the move was extremely difficult for both of seeing that we created friendships and bonds with people that we would no longer see as often, my mother has never made a decision she didn’t think was best for both of us. My mother always puts my well-being first which has given me my love of helping others.…
Pet Peeve Snap! Went my mom’s ankle as she strode down the stairs. “Call 911!” She yelled.…
I hate Christmas because nothing is phenomenal. I am not being facetious. I assume that Santa was busy and remiss when he forgot to give me a Christmas gift. Every time I saw other children play with their new toys by looking through the translucent window, I consternated about Christmas, and felt disconsolate. It is a paradox that a rich country should be so many poor people.…
Telling my mother that I am a lesbian was the biggest accomplishment I ever did. When I was a kid, she would always scold me for acting boyish and playing with boy's toys. I had my first crush when I was in third grade. I could not tell anyone because I had a crush on a girl. For most of my life I had been a closed book.…
I interviewed a mom who I will call KG. KG has a daughter that is approximately 16 months old who I will refer to as RG. RG has not always attended a daycare center. The first six months after she was born KG was a stay at home mom to her daughter. KG was going to school for education during that time and when she finished and decided to look for a job is when RG began going to this daycare center where KG is a teacher.…
Growing up my mother and I had a very difficult relationship, it was a very difficult time in my life. We went through a lot of fights, name calling, hurtful words, wishing each other ill and pain. Growing up my mother used to verbally abuse me by calling me all kinds of names, criticized the way I looked and parts of my body. I was either too fat or too skinny but I was never good enough for her.…
When I first learned of this assignment my first thought was to interview my mom. She is the one person in my life I am closest to. Since we are only twenty three years apart, I thought it would be best to focus on her life up to the point where she decided to have kids. Though I knew most of what she told me it was still nice to just sit and talk about her life experiences. My mother was born to older parents and was the youngest of three children.…
On Christmas day of 2013 I remember sitting on a dirty cold bench at the Women's Correctional Center in San Mateo. I was waiting to see my mother behind a steel glass window of only an hour. My mom being incarcerated a countless number of times opened my eyes to a future that I don’t want. I remember going to her court date, I missed school for it. I sat with my dad behind the stands waiting for my mother's turn.…
My mother and I did not share a typical mother/daughter relationship. There was a time when we would not even speak and years would pass before I would even see her again. However, I would always see her when I looked into the mirror, since I looked just like her. I would hear her laugh because our laughs were identical, and small details we shared would remind me of the relationship I was missing, the relationship I felt everyone took advantage of. During my senior year all hope of a possible reconciliation would be lost.…
I was living in a downward spiral until my father fought for custody. As long as I can remember my mother, was not a mother. When I was nine, she left my father. While he was a work event, she packed up the clothes that hung in the closets, organized our belongings in brown boxes, and neatly placed them in my grandparent’s truck.…
“If a woman cannot stay home with her children, then maybe she just should not have them!” Natosha Keller, my mother, is a stay at home mom who believes if a woman were to have children, her number one priority should be to take care of her children and not have to worry about anything else. On the other hand there are other mothers who do not have a choice to being a stay at home mom, and they have to work to support their family. Making the decision to stay with your children or join the workforce can be a difficult process. For a lot of parents it is damaging for them to be away from their children for more than a few hours a day, and that is a big reason why we have stay at home moms.…
It is amazing to think that in the entire world, from the arid Sahara desert to the fertile lands of the Amazon, every person has their own little intricacies that make them who they are. Every person is completely unique with their own idiosyncrasies. Through words and actions, we can determine a person’s character. From the way a person react with your words and actions to events, you expose your true character. By her words and actions, anyone can tell my mother is kind, caring, and hardworking.…
Every Saturday, I distinctly recall the smell of pancakes, bacon, and eggs. The radio would be playing in the background, masked by the overwhelming chatter occurring throughout the house. So many things happening in such a small space: what I remember most, is the sound of laughter, and the smiles that surrounded me. My grandpa hollering because he cannot hear the television, my mother still drowsy from the sleepless night, My grandmother singing to the radio that was barely audible over the commotion, and me, invariably sat looking at all that surrounded me, enthralled at how lucky I was to have a heart so full.…