The Relationship Between My Mother And My Father

In order for you to become a person you initially need an egg and a sperm cell. Typically you have a mother to father ratio, although that has been successfully changing and improving within society for a number of years. I grew up with the typical set, one mom and one dad. My mother is a petite woman, she stands at five foot four inches and she has the softest features. The women of my mother’s side all possess the same traits, these serenely crystal blue eyes and sun kissed blonde hair. My father on the other hand is six foot and has large goofy-looking everything. The man has dark hooded brown eyes, salt and pepper hair, and rough to the touch skin. I am tall and statuesque with hazel eyes and very soft skin so I got the perfect mixture …show more content…
Unfortunately for me, marriages are no longer everlasting and my parents joined a large amount of others in the divorce rate statistics. Regardless of the choice that your parents have made to either stay together or part ways, you tend to choose one of the two in your early years to become your confidant. The relationship between my mother and me has always been an emotionally bumpy ride. During my parents split I had needed someone to blame, someone to drain all of my anger and sadness onto. At first I had not wanted to make a choice because choosing sides seemed like a really awful thing to do to the two people who love you the most. My parents proceeded to put me in the middle which had caused me to lash out at both several of times, but luckily I found my way with both. My mother has become my best friend and truthfully the only person I can trust to the fullest extent. In my original rough draft I had thought that the best way to talk about my mom’s importance was by bashing the way my father raised me. I know now that my parents both tried their best, each with their own faults and …show more content…
Nobody deserves to be treated the way my mom is, not a single soul. I worry that one day she is going to decide she doesn’t want to put up with it anymore and she moves away without telling anyone, I worry that she decides to end it all and I pray to god that it never gets to that point. I want the world, if not that then our small English class, to comprehend how wonderful and selfless my mother truly can be. There is nothing I love more than hugging my mom, her hugs are warm and inviting and she makes me feel incredibly safe and loved. The giggles that rise out of her throat after laying in her bed eating popsicles and watching our most beloved TV show are just my absolute favorite. Everyone wishes for parents who will accept them for whoever they choose to be and I know that my parents do exactly just that. I recently got my first tattoo, it’s a large bleeding strawberry on my left shoulder blade. The artist did some fantastic work, the color and lines are just incredible. I was scared that my mother wouldn’t approve or would try to talk me out of it so I did the one thing that I hate doing, I