Essay About My Mother

My first memory of being in America was the sight of my mother’s face which I haven’t seen in two years. The funny thing is that I didn’t even recognize her face because, I was too young to remember her face and when I thought of mom I only thought of my aunt and my grandmother who took care of me in Africa. I mean of course I knew that none of them were my mother because, I use to talk on the phone with my real mom all the time but, I only knew her voice and there was a faint image of how my…

feeling weren’t communicated as often. This was mostly because that was the type of environment my father had set up. Due to these unrealistic expectations, we could not have a serious conversation with my father. It was if things always had to go his way. When I would get upset with my father, he would never know about it. If he had some inclination of us feeling down or upset, he would brush it off. My mother was different, she didn’t like to hear us complain or be disrespectful, but would…

Part Two: My Parenting My mother did not have one specific parenting style but rather various methods she applied to different situations. If I were to look back and place a specific title on my mother’s parenting style I would call it coercion. My mother was often times not even a parent to me. My mother was a very lax parental figure and I attribute quite a bit of her parenting style to her being a single mother. By the time I had reached the third or fourth grade I had started to read and…

One of my beliefs that could be in conflict with a social work value or ethical standard is my feeling towards the people that decide to stay in a domestic violence relationship. I believe that no one should get abused in a relationship. A couple should stay in a relationship because they are in love and not because they do not have the financial resources to be on there own or fear for their lives. Domestic violence to me consists of physical, emotional, psychological, and financial abuse. My…

The other day I was laying in the front yard using my basketball as a pillow listing to my mother, Laila, and Tariq talking in the kitchen. Tariq is not my real father he is my adopted father my Baba jan, Rasheed, and his first wife Mariam left when i was a little boy and i haven't seen either of them sense. Then Tariq raised his voice, very unusual he never yelled at my mother or hit her or anything, the complete opposite of Rasheed. I remember the words he said well “Laila, Zalmai is old…

represented via my own family. My mother, Ndeye Niang, was born in Dakar, Senegal in 1976. Senegal is authentically rough; specifically for my mother. She and her own family of 15 lived a poor life of famine and sacrifice. At some point, my mom came to the United States with my aunt and her son in November 26th, 1996, with the sole purport of availing my aunt's hair braiding business. She was handled like livestock. Like an animal without a soul, no representation. My mother and my aunt would…

young I never really knew how blessed I was until it was all taken away. My family was a nice and kind family. We never really struggled trying to have the bills paid on time; food has been always on the table, and clothes on me and my autistic older brother. It was just my father, which was working day and night as a co-manager in Sizzler Grill. My mother stayed home cooking, cleaning, and raising my older brother and me. My father was always working, I barely remember him taking care of us, on…

citizens making the world a better place one act of kindness at a time. I believe my mother is one of these people, she has not only positively impacted my life, but others lives as well and that is why I chose my mom as my Michigan hero. There is something different about my mother. She had a kind of talent, maybe even something you would consider a "superpower." She has the power to by bring a smile to anyone's face. My mom is probably the most outgoing and energetic person I've ever…

Jessymol who is sixteen years old studies at Grade 8. Jessymol has her father, mother, elder brother and sister at home. Mother has been a mental patient for 16 years and she is at home. Her father is a painter. Her elder brother discontinued his studies and works for daily wages. Her elder sister is a higher secondary student. The condition of her family became worse when the doctor diagnosed her mother’s severe paranoid schizophrenia. She explained this regretfully. Challenges Jessymol has…

I was in 7th grade my mother told me that she was in a relationship with another woman. Even though I was glad that my mother was finally able to be with someone that made her happy, growing up in a small conservative town in the middle of southern Arkansas put certain negative ideas into my head. This made me turn away from my mother because of her announcement. I did this because I was scared. Not of her, but of the reality of what other people would think of her. Inside my head, I thought…