Ever since the day of my birth, my mother’s actions have affected me throughout my life. I have such vivid memories of her dragging me into unnecessary and dangerous situations. At the beginning of second grade on a humid fall day of 2006 in Athens, Georgia, my mother made one of the worst decisions of her life. Furious at her boyfriend, she forced me into her car while driving under the influence of alcohol to a gas station where she thought he was. The radio was blasting Beyoncé as my mother sang along at the top of her lungs. With the windows down and the pressure from all directions, I now had a pounding headache. I was grappling with the wind, the music, and the speed which my mother was going on the poorly paved roads. It appeared that my life was flashing before me as she sped down the surface street. Suddenly, she stopped singing, turned down the music, and began furiously swearing. This was the first time that I had ever seen my mother swear at anyone other than her boyfriend. The sounds of sirens rang through the air like the shriek of a hyena ending my mom’s frantic night drive. The car 's run-down interior began flashing red and blue lights illuminating the tears rolling down from my mother’s face. A tall figure with a masculine voice exited his jet …show more content…
In my recent years, I’ve come to the conclusion that each obstacle I’ve overcome turned me into a better person. I’ve become more independent, empathetic to others around me, and I’ve turned into a more kind person. If my mom never received her DUI, I wouldn’t be able to attend Servite or have any of the relationships I have right now. This event from the past teaches me so many valuable lessons that are still practical to my life. It shows me how important it is to surround yourself with good people and make good friend choices. More importantly, this shows the repercussions and aftermath of driving under the
Mirror - Blaming my mother In her memoir, Cheryl Strayed talked about how she secretly blamed her mother for not able to receive enough care and get what others have. After her mother’s death, she realized “[there] was only [her] dead, insular, overly optimistic, non-college-preparing, occasionally-child-abandoning, pot-smoking, wooden-spoon-wielding, feel-free-to-call-me-by-my-name mom to blame” (Strayed 267). This made me think about the way I had always blamed my own parents. I blamed them for not giving birth to me at a young age, for not able to treat me the way other parents do, and for leaving me no choice but to go to a country I knew nothing about. As I read Cheryl’s memoir, I realized that one day I would also have no one to blame,
Breaking the Cycle 16, 17, 18, 19. These numbers are how old my grandma, my aunt, my mom, and my sister were when they got pregnant with their first child. Most of the women on my mother’s side were teen moms without a college degree, some without a high school diploma and all were single. I plan to not continue this cycle. Growing up, I saw how my mom struggled to find a career she enjoys with just her high school diploma, even though she is a very intelligent person.
In her article, “The Undercurrent”, Kellie Young recalls tales of her childhood and growing up with her worrisome mother and reflects on how this personal background ultimately influenced her own thoughts and actions. From surfing in the early morning, to public restrooms, to leaving home for M.I.T, Young expresses her mother’s incessant and often irrational worries about every possible thing that could go wrong. After examining her past, Young recognizes that her mother’s voice followed her even when she wasn’t around, and unconsciously Young’s voice and her mother’s began to mesh together. As she matures, Young becomes cognizant that her mother’s nagging is not oppressive or confining, but rather a safeguard meant to pull her in from danger
After being exposed to her mother’s shooting, Amarika experienced many life changes, secondary adversities, and reminders of the trauma that she experienced. Amarika faced many risk factors in association with the aftermath of the traumatic event. She also experienced many protective factors that helped her slowly return to a regulated state. In discussing the facts of the case and their relation to the risk factors and protective factors, the parallels to the secondary adversities, changes in family life, and reminders of the trauma will become more evident.
Linda pokes her head out from behind the dark heavy curtain that separates the cab from the sleeper. With her sleepy eyes and a genital voice reminds me to turn on the mirror heaters, the windshield wipers and slow the truck to an appropriate speed. Linda quietly disappears behind the sleeper curtains just as calmly as she appeared. My heart racing from the excitement and beauty loudly beats in my chest as if I had just run a race. I watch into the distance as I slowly move down a long and winding road.
The city is known for its culture, creativity, great food, and our different music. New Orleans has always been home for me until, the unthinkable happened. No, our city isn’t always filled with tons of fun. We have suffered a dramatic change over a decade ago. Although it was so long ago, our city still isn’t the same as it was before.
“What could she do?” (Soto 3). We have all at some point or another been the victim of circumstance, whether we accept it or not. The short story “Mother and Daughter” by Gary Soto tells the story of an instance in which eighth grader, Yollie Moreno, is the victim of circumstance. Yollie is a smart, but innocent, young woman who lives with her impoverished mother.
However, after three months of absolute misery, I was able to persuade my mom to visit her once a week. I would visit her every Sunday from 12-2 with my dad and my grandma. During those visits I witnessed the most heinous acts of inhumanity. Inappropriate conduct was commonplace. My mom was surrounded by criminals, people who had killed and raped. Sadly, the continual chaos and the death of my grandfather all contributed to the deterioration of my mother’s health.
Laura’s case study suggests many issues; however, only one will be specifically addressed. For the purpose of this discussion, the client’s issue revolving around the current relationship with her mother will be addressed. Historically, Laura’s relationship with her mother was one of abuse and emotional distance. Her
My chest tightened as we rode up on the flashing lights of the police cars. A wave of relief covered me as I saw the familiar white truck that belonged to my grandmother parked awkwardly on the dirt road. The truck seemed to be blocking a dust covered SUV from entering the main road. Right beside the SUV sat my grandmother’s golf cart. My family let out a seemingly rehearsed sigh of relief when we saw Alma talking to a police officer.
Have you ever felt loss so deep that everything you see is different just because that person is gone? In Mother by Ted Kooser the speaker’s mother’s death made his world view more sorrowful. Through this view of the world Kooser uses symbolism, personification, and imagery to show the speaker’s feelings about his mother dying. Symbolism is used in many different ways throughout this poem to present the speakers feelings on his mother dying. Her vibrance is shown in the lightness and happiness of nature.
One day in July, my Aunt Beeh asked me and my sister Tiffany if we could pick up her daughters’ from their dads’ house in Atlanta. We both knew that our mom wouldn’t have a problem with us taking a day trip to Atlanta. However we knew our dad would say no. Our mom just told us “Just tell him you’re going halfway to pick them up.” And that’s exactly what we did.
The only woman in the world who will still cradle you in her arms even if you've stabbed her loving heart is your mother. The short story “Teenage Wasteland” by Anne Tyler is about guilt and reveals mother’s feelings towards her children. A loving mother will feel guilty for anything that happens to her children, and even for that how they feel. Mothers is the person who cares the most about her child. The story “Teenage Wasteland” tells about a common situation many families experience: a misunderstood child creates problems to his parents, not by fault, but because he feels unwanted.
There have been many people in my life who have impacted it both negatively and positively, but no one has had an impact in my life greater than my mom. This woman is just amazing in my eyes, right from the beginning because of the way she raised me, if I had children I would raise them the same way she raised me. The person she is, in general, has really had a great effect in my life, and also how she has always told me about the struggles shes had in her life from the ones I didn't see to the ones I have seen with my own eyes. I believe if I didn't know my mother as well as I do, she wouldn't have influenced me as much as she does. The way my mom raised me has made me the person I am today, so if I were to say she didn't impact my life I would be lying.
On October 4, 1999, sitting at her kitchen table and drinking tea, Linda Sexton, a mom of two daughters, finally decided it was time to write back to her mother 's suicide letter. It was exactly twenty five years later after her mom tragic death; however, the pain still doesn’t go away. Now at the age of forty, went through a lot of struggles, Linda wishes she knew what she knows now to talk her mom out of suicidal thoughts because even though life is harsh and fails to be perfect, life is still beautiful. Dear Mom, Today marked the twenty five years since I saw you last.