Inequative Essay: My Mother's Life In The Summer

Hearing my mother’s voice waking me up at 5 o’clock in the morning during my summer vacation was not always my cup of tea. This was supposed to be my time to sleep in and enjoy not going to school. However, my mother insisted that I was not allowed to stay at the house--no matter how much I begged and pleaded. During the summer my mother had to go off to work everyday while my father would work around the farm. Every summer I spent the entirety of my time helping my father out on the farm. He taught me that hard work was the surefire way to get what needed done, done. He taught me that no matter what hardships or inequalities that may happen, everyone has the same choice to be a hardworking person. That the only possible solution to getting …show more content…
It would range from fixing broken fences, or tractors, to chasing cows that got out and are now running down the road. Everyday was something new and exciting. Waking up, we could never tell what the day would bring until we went out there and discovered it for ourselves. My dad would always tell me that that is why he liked being a farmer. After a day’s work in the sun, he would pull me to the side and make me tell him what all we got done that day. My dad would remind me to do that after every single day, that way, I could feel accomplished and feel proud of everything I handled that …show more content…
He would know what to say to make the days go by easier when I did not feel like working, especially on the days when we would have to square bale hay. Which is one of the most excruciating jobs I ever did on the farm. Baling hay would require an immense amount of back and arm strength. The hay would find its way into every little crevice possible. But our relationship really blossomed the last summer I worked with him. When the day of one summer came to an end, he told me to follow him into his office. I was a little perplexed as to why he asked me because I was never allowed to go in there. He continued to show me the income that he got from selling his hay to some other farmer and he told me that this could all be mine. I looked at him puzzled because why would he give his not yet in middle school daughter this much money?
As he pulled me up to the window to look out at our farm that stretched hill over hill, he told me that he created this entire farm all by being determined. He told me how he started from nothing, working dead end jobs until he decided to start a family legacy. My dad would work hard to try and get ahead and eventually he did. And this successful farm is what blossomed from it. He wanted me to be inspired to work hard, by rewarding me with the money from the hay. His favorite saying was “how successful a farm is, is all up to the