Essay About My Mother

I have to come out there” said my mother. How could I be pronouncing the word wrong when my grandmother always used the word “mines” instead of “mine.” Because I was never corrected I was shocked and appalled when my mother finally corrected me. My mother corrected me because “mines” took her back to when she was overseas at war. She was a protective mother that would have gone to my school at any time if my teacher would’ve done or said anything to me that my mother thought was disrespectful. I…

like to begin my letter by stating that I believe both a mother and father need to be present in a child’s life for their to be healthy growth and development in a child. However, I firmly believe that my mother is not suitable to be the sole custodian for the majority of the year. I love my mother and my father, but most of all I love my sister. I understand that my sister wants to live with our mother, however, what we want isn’t always what’s best for us. With the amount of time my sister…

Gender is known as the state of being a male or female and is first set in when the mother has her baby. If the baby is a girl they put pink on her because it is more of a feminine color and for a boy he wears blue because it is more of a masculine color. These roles are established from a very young age and pushed on children so that they support it. Gender plays a significant role in shaping the way that many of us think about others in society. Growing up children begin to become more aware…

Destiny By Accident I asked my mother if she had always been like this, deranged and oblivious to how the world perceived her many lunacies. Behind closed doors, I was able to weather the storm that was my mother; but even in front of people she was unable to put up a facade and follow society's norms. The people in town looked at her with questioning eyes, the mothers at the school wondering how tragic it was that she had put her only child in such unfavourable circumstances. The teacher’s…

At the age of sixteen my mother had some personal complications and was told there was a good possibility she could never have children. My mother never gave up hope. My mother is a small petite woman with pale skin and light short brown hair when she met my father at the young age of eighteen. They fell in love and married a year later. After many treatments with fidelity drugs my mother got pregnant with my older sister. A few years later my mother was blessed with my second older sister,…

Growing up with a deaf mother was always stressful. My mother was a single parent raising us the best way possible. Not knowing she was doing the best she could, I use to wonder what a life would be like with a mother who can hear, or who did not have a disability. Because of my mother disability I was ashamed of not having the same opportunities as my friends. When I was in the third grade, I use to be embarrassed about my mother being deaf. I used to be upset about the the fact that I could…

at my corner loving me. My mother Maureen Rose was a maid who cleaned for wealthy people for minimum wage. My father on the other hand was a welder who worked at a factory and came home every day smelling like oil. I then was a young six years old to be exact and my brother and I had high imaginations. I loved my home I would swim, eat fresh fruits, climb trees and fences and play all day with my tall 10-year-old brother Chad. Little did I know my parents had problems of their own, my mother and…

Identified Family Type (Raised): When I was younger, my family type would be considered a nuclear or traditional family. My parents identify as heterosexual and have another child besides me (fraternal-twin brother). My age during this family type was between: birth to fourteen. My parents divorced when my brother and I were fourteen years old. My mother remained single and my father re-married (after my brother and I were in our twenties). However, during this time between fourteen and…

After completing my cultural assessment in class, I had to find a time to interview my mother, Kimberly. Luckily, this past week she has been out of school on spring break so it was easier for her to have the time to answer all the questions. I called her Tuesday March 29th around two o’clock in the afternoon. She was just finishing mopping the kitchen floor and was sitting down to eat. She told me that I could ask her the questions while she ate. I began asking her the questions, answering the…

disabilities, health disorders, and/or cross-cultural differences in sleeping arrangements. I am part of the Hispanic culture. In my culture my family are origin from El Salvador. My mother was raised in a small town with my grandfather. My grandmother migrated to the U.S and left my grandfather along with three daughters and one grandson. Due to the maternal figure absence, my mother grew up with toughness…