Family
Mom.
A mother’s love is pure & unconditional. A love so strong it can never be broken; my mother is all of this x 100,000. My mom is like superman coming down from the sky giving you hope, a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. My mom is the Obi WAN Kenobi to my Anakin Skywalker always guiding me on the right path, even though I don’t listen half of the time. My mom is also like Batman sneaking around in the night, always watching, always looking for answers, the world‘s greatest detective. At the end of the day my mom is human. She has days of her own struggles. Days were she breaks down & cries. However she still manages to be my hero. Someone I can look up to, someone who inspires me every day, makes me laugh & smile. Also like Yoda, someone I can always look for advice even though it might not make sense at the moment. In hard times my mom is a foundation I can always rely on & no matter how afraid I get my mom is the light at the end of the tunnel. Always pushing me to move forward, while dealing with her daily challenges. It’s not until I was older that I realized not everyone has a mom like mine. Sometimes I look at her & say to myself, “How did you do it?” Not everyone has someone in their corner always backing them up, always there to be a shoulder to cry on, always to be a guiding voice to pull you out of fear & back into the light. Many times I thought about Who was there for her ? Who helped her? Who guided her? Now I appreciate my mom even more than I ever have in my entire life. As I go through my adult life, I’m still learning & making mistakes. She was never prepared for half of what she went through, but she got through it. She always will. So I understand more now that she is my hero, my human, my gift. I have the absolute honor of being her child. I can rely on her to be there giving me advice & telling me to get a haircut & to make sure that I’m eating everyday all in the same sentence. To chase my dreams. To love pure & unconditionally. Treat others with kindness. Live life to the fullest. While teaching me this, I’m able to teach her things like putting herself first. She has always been there for everyone & now it’s her turn. As a kid no one was able to handle me & almost everyone was annoyed with me, except for my mom. I know I probably got on her nerves more times than she might have liked but she was always there motivating me & always lifting me up. I see her day in & day out work. Become a boss. Creating her name across America. Well known for her job & started of as a receptionist to becoming her own boss. There’s always something special about a woman who overcomes everything that is meant to destroy her. I don’t ever have a memory of going without food, clothes, the things I need & even toys that wasn’t a need but she made it happen. This single mom made my life the absolute best it can ever be. If I was to ever have the chance to change my mom that’s definitely not going to happen. To me my mom is perfectly imperfect. The greatest woman I know. She is rare & I will forever cherish her. My mom has left so many good memories & so many wonderful stories, wisdom & the knowledge to pass on to my future generation. She has shown me what a mother’s love is truly supposed to be, unconditional & pure. I look forward to the future adventures I will have with her & cherish everyday as if it is my last.
By Jasmin Lespier5 years ago in Confessions
MY MOTHER, MY AUNT
My mother and I always had a very unusual relationship. My mother gave birth to me while she was going through her change of life or menopause if you prefer. I was the last of 7 children with a 25-year age span between the first and last child. My mother was an incredibly quiet woman, a very reserved classy woman. She never spoke much! As a youngster I would have to pry a conversation out of her. However, she was always evasive with her answers and her answers always left me with another question that would also go unanswered. I always thought that I was my sister’s child for you see my sister moved to California right after I was born. In the 50’s, a lot of this was hidden to protect the mother of the child. However, what my mother revealed to me later in my life, on her death bed; was the most disturbing yet appreciated truth that helped me to understand her, her decisions, and helped to mold my path in life.
By Linda Chandler-Jacobs5 years ago in Confessions
My Motherless Mother
She hung limply from the electrical cord in the center of the ceiling. Her sturdy black shoes were untied, her dress fluttered in the breeze of the floor fan. Her hair was in a neat chignon, her eyes empty and blank. That was how she found her Mother on an ordinary Monday afternoon. My Mom was thirteen years old and her quest to survive began that day.
By pamela mayer5 years ago in Confessions
Missing Loved Ones
It really doesn't matter how much time goes by, truth is if you lose someone you love you miss them forever. As time goes by, it does get a little easier and you learn to accept that they're gone. As of May 29th, 2021 it has been two years since my son's father passed away. His Mother also passed away last October and she was very important to me as well. Both of them cross my mind daily. I miss them very much and this article is to talk about them and express my feelings.
By Karly Krull5 years ago in Confessions
After Baby Stretch Marks Make the Most Beautiful Tattoo
How great a privilege is yours to carry this proof of giving birth. I am determined to be naughty, to tease you, and put in a passion, so you don't give a second to fruitless lamentations about lost smoothness and vanished firmness. Your looks, as they are, are precious. Forget all negative expressions, voicing none. You should not regret the aftereffects, which helped you become a Mother.
By Olya Aman5 years ago in Confessions
Why Mom you didn't teach me..??
For The last few years I have been very interested in people, and I pay close attention to passersby when I go out and walk. It always makes me happy to see children learn from their parents. A child with big eyes and curiosity, watching his mother's actions and words, is a powerful visual aid. It touches me today in ways that have never been seen before. Now that I am older and more determined than ever to examine my habits, I realize how important those moments are in building a child's life.
By prashant sapkota5 years ago in Confessions
