Different Characteristics Of My Mothers

“The only love that I really believe in is a mother 's love for her children”. I agree with this quote, because it states how much a mother loves their child. She was named Clara, after her mother whose name was Clara Morales. Many people say we are both identical, but I don’t agree what so ever. One thing is that I do agree that we have our similarities, but we’re not the same. For example, Clara has a type of vibrancy that she and I share. Her eyes even make you see your future, because you will daze off in them.
There 's many possible ways to describe her physically and mentally, but I’ll just stick with physical for now. My mother’s height is around five feet and four inches. Her body frame is big and not slim or average. When it comes …show more content…
When she 's out in the sun, her hair looks reddish-brown and when she is indoors, it looks dark brown. People tend to comment about her eyes all the time, because they change color to either hazel or brown depending her mood. My mom doesn’t have a big forehead, nose, lips, cheeks, or chin, but she does have long arms and short legs although you can’t really see the difference. Out of all the different types of characteristics my mother has, some are really outstanding. For example, she is really smart and is very attentive, but those are boring characteristics. Clara has this crazy energy going on, that sometimes I feel as if she was on some type of drug. I can tell she got this characteristic from my grandma, because my grandma would always be doing something when we would go visit her. She tends to have more energy when she’s at home, either doing yard work or house chores. One thing she always does is to never leave …show more content…
We had just finished shopping at Wal-Mart and Target. My brother told my mom that something on sale at the mall. It was a normal type of day, as if nothing special was going to happen. When we arrived at the mall, my mom wanted to park towards the back of the mall, where the food court is at. As we were looking for a parking, I told my mom that there was a parking towards her left. I thought she would reverse the car just a little, because I saw that she got too close to the other vehicle. Since she didn’t reverse the truck, we ended up crashing into the parked car. My brother and I got off the truck to see if anything serious happened, then my mom reversed a little and we saw that half of our bumper was all smashed up. Including the Tacoma’s rear bumper, it was smashed in; even the paint came from both trucks. My mom said she wasn’t feeling anything weird, because she crashed. As soon as we drove off I told my mom “You’re the clumsiest person I ever