Traditional Mexican Mother

My mom didn’t raise my sisters and I like a traditional mexican mother. Of course she made us speak spanish and made sure we respected her or else we knew the consequences . But since I can remember my mom has always worked more than one job. Being a single parent she had to work to or more jobs to provide for her girls. With her always working , we all had to do play our part and make it work. My older sister ,Tatiana, played a major part in raising my younger sister and me. She had to take us everywhere with her. In Princeton everything was fairly close and since it wasn’t a big town everyone knew everyone. I can remember it in my head like a movie. It was always my little sister , Mimi, in the stroller, me holding onto the side of it and …show more content…
The owner, my uncle’s wife’s brother had scammed my mom. She only had two months to find a new place, get everything out and be gone. We moved here to Evansville and when I was 12 my mom got a job as being a housekeeper for a lady named Paulina. She said it was okay if Mimi and me went to work with her. So at 12, I started my first job. Helping my mom clean, I did the absolute best to help my mom with this job because around that time she had three other jobs to attend to. This is when I started to see how exhausting my mom’s life was. She always looked so tired that a week’s worth of sleep probably wouldn’t help her. She would had huge dark circles under eyes, while cleaning she always seemed distracted and distant, and she’d have to drag her legs just to get up the two flights of stairs at Paulina’s house. Nonetheless my mom would always have a smile on her face that would make the wrinkles around her eyes crinkle. I started to do more at home so she wouldn’t have to. I’d wash the dishes, fold the laundry,sweep,mop, make dinner. I probably wasn’t even doing half of half of the work she did and I was already physically and emotionally tired. A few passed when one day my mom got a phone call and before I knew it my mom was crying in my arms until she was able to fall asleep around midnight. It turns out the only property my mom had bought with her own money in Mexico , had been sold by my grandfather …show more content…
That although I don’t have a father God gave me one mother that’s worth three. She’s pushed herself beyond working capacity just to provide for us. She’s taught me to be humble and kind but not be foolish at the same time and to not let people take advantage of me. She shaped me into the young women I am now. She’s given me love and affection. And although we don’t always agree on everything and are constantly bump heads; I will always be thankful that she is a great mother and that she never gave up for us. I hope that when I’m older that I can repaid her for all the struggle she went through just to keep food on the table for my sister’s and I. Because my mother deserves the world for grabbing life by it’s