An Essay About My Mother

My mother remembers that when I was born I did not cry, I just smiled and began to move. In the few days after my birth she did not have many visitors since there had been a snowstorm the day of my birth. She was very glad that the visitors were not overwhelming, when they did finally show up. She was glad to just be able to hold me tight and help me feel loved. I was a rainbow child, because before me she had had a miscarriage. My mother was adamant about breastfeeding me and my siblings, she was given the choice to have my frenulum cut but chose against it. She was in the medical field and knew that if a mother regularly breastfed then the child would have strong tongue muscles. However since she worked a lot I was fed most of the time from a bottle of her breast milk, for that reason my tongue muscles did not fully form and I acquired a speech impediment. The studies of breastfeeding began becoming more in depth the year I was born, so the ideas behind it became more prevalent and the benefits became common knowledge. No matter the views they would not concern my mother, with her

However, when I was born, she just put me in boy clothes, it shouldn 't matter, it kept me warm. When I was about three months old all of her coworkers threw her a baby shower so that I could have some pink and purple clothes. My brother and I traveled as one, we went everywhere together, and stayed at my aunts with my cousin a lot of the time. When my brother went to school, I went to a full day daycare, since my mother worked all day. One story my mother tells often is that when I was three, I helped to potty train my cousin who is five months younger. My cousin wanted to follow me around and not be left out of anything, so when I went to the bathroom, I had told her to leave since she couldn 't do it, and at that moment she proved me