Essay About My Mother

I’m so happy I get to see my mom again. As I’m going down the stairs of the airport I saw her and came running to hug her. We came to her house which had 3 rooms, I was going to be sleeping at my little sister’s room and my brother and daddy were going to sleep in the extra room they had. I thought I was going to get along with my little sister, but she was to spoiled as my little brother was. Somehow I was jealous, because they had everything I never had. As the days were passing, daddy left and I was crying because he was the only dad I had. A few days later, my mom didn’t like the way I was acting around my younger siblings. She finally talked to me and she told me something I wish I had never heard , she told me “ Maybe you should’ve never come live with us, that way you wouldn’t be…

My mother is my number one favorite person in the entire world. There are plenty of reasons for this, which include her unconditional love and strength, her compassionate desire to care for others and loyalty to her profession. Growing up I would sit beside her at the dinner table going through her first aid bag inspecting each item with so much interest and curiosity, with her soft loving voice she would say, to be a nurse you must have so many qualities, you have to be a leader, a teacher, an…

answered. My uncle returned home. The uncle who had been as a father to me. But what we thought would bring our family closer together did just the opposite. Though I am grateful for my Ma who threw me a much needed lifeline. My Ma is a small hispanic woman. She’s petite, representing her innocence, but not her bold personality. She has skin as rich as caramel, with short medium brown hair, almost always curled. She has a good sense of style, knowing what’s considered “in”. She goes singing in…

and Christ. Actually my mother does not shoot lasers with her eyes or fights the bad guy who wants to take over the world like superman, but boy, she does give you this look, a death stare that spoke to you and lets you know you messed up and fights life battles with me. However, meaning she is full of care, but not just towards me. As a matter of fact my father was a widower with two sons, my half-brothers who were six and eight at the time, but my mother was only nineteen when she married my…

There were two words mentioned, in My Daughter the Racist, that occurred significantly more times than any others: daughter and mother. Helen Oyeyemi wrote these words seventy- eight times, which gave support to a theme of the short story. The theme is the strength of relationships between daughters and mothers, which is established through Oyeyemi’s characters and their attributes. Oyeyemi wrote her story from the first-person point of view. This meant that the mother was the protagonist in…

My mother first knew she was pregnant when she developed morning sickness. I was her fourth child so she knew what was happening after she was sick. When she found out she was pregnant I was in the fetal period of prenatal development in about the third week of the pregnancy. Shortly after my mother realized she was pregnant she went to her doctor and he confirmed what she knew. He also did some tests, because my mother was 34 and the chance of problems, such as Down syndrome, goes up with older…

My mother, Margaret, is a hard working, dedicated individual. She is a Home Health Aid, she goes to elder people houses and takes care of them for a set number of hours. This shows dedication because she works in the morning, evenings, and nights. She has had this job for about 5-6 years and the same clients for just as long. My mother used to work on the weekends but that was placing her under a lot of stress. At the start of the new year she does income taxes. From our home for about 50 people…

I was born in Rocky Mount hospital on July 23, 2000 to Karol Powell and Avery Artis. When I was born my mother was 18 and my father 17, they were around the same age as me and had little to no idea what they wanted to do with their life. Just like me, my father wanted to go to college and achieve a higher education. My father’s initial plans were to attend ECU and get a degree in engineering. My mom on the other hand was a new mother and had more than just college on her mind. Seeing that my mom…

Who I Admire In the dictionary mother is defined as a female parent. In my opinion, a mother should be defined as someone that inspires you, loves you, takes care of you, and supports you. I know not all people can say their mother inspires them, loves them, takes care of them, and supports them. Ohh, how I am extremely pleased to say that my mom is the finest example of a impeccable mother. My mother, Tina Doerr, is the uttermost inspiring person in my life. Since when I was little she was…

When the prospect of delivering a speech with my dear cousin Alexandra Stoddart came up, I knew it should be as studious and mature as she is. Month after month, I poured over the urban dictionary searching for the hip lingo my mother loved so much, year after year I scoured the vast plain known as Facebook for all the stories my mother would kill me if I dare bring them up again. Sarcasm aside (maybe), this speech took decades to complete- and by decades I mean the span of yesterdays lunch.…