Personal Narrative: How My Mom Changed My Life

I was born January 9, 2003 at 11:44 P.M. I was born at the Mason City hospital and my mom, dad, and family was there. My dad was the only one in the room while I was being born. My grandpa was with all of my older siblings in the waiting room. When I was a baby I would only suck my thumb. I sucked my thumb until I was about six or seven, and I would never suck my thumb in public. I was the only one out of four who sucked my thumb. My brothers Gaige and Nikolas had a pacifier. My sister Lily also had a pacifier and I sucked my thumb.

I began my life conditioned to understand the meaning of various psychological disorders. My mom, whom is a therapist, turned herself over the AA recovery program when she was 22 years old – and naturally expressed her knowledge with me. My familiarity with conditions and their dysfunctions led to a catastrophic personal exhalation and the unmanageability of my life. A number of traumatic experiences toppled with insecurity and arrogance made me weak in this challenging world.

As an immigrant from Ghana, my mother came to the United States, not knowing anybody or much about the new area she was in. She didn’t have any relatives here, and she also hadn’t had much education after finishing high school in Ghana. She wasn’t afforded the opportunity to go to college because she was on her own. My mother has been with the union for nearly twenty years, and directly affected my entire family. Through the union benefits we were blessed with healthcare, and my mother with a job, after she had come to America with nothing. The union has allowed her to try and give her children the opportunity that she couldn’t have, being able to attend college and become successful in America. Also through this relationship my mother has

I interviewed my mother. Although my first initiative was to interview someone one else, circumstances changed my original plan. Which in turn, allowed me to have a personable conversation with my mother. My mom is fifty four years old. She had her first child at sixteen and her last at twenty seven. Overall, she has six children in total. Having a baby during adolescences is difficult for anyone. Actually having to sit down and converse about my mother’s past experiences as a parent, was difficult for her. She chose to reminisce about her experiences with her second child. I am going to take you on a journey between a mother and her son.

At the age of sixteen I became a mother. Not literally but I had to take responsibility for my six year old brother as if he was my own son. Our own mother was diagnosed with Schizophrenia, Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and Bipolar Disorder . We did not have a mother , she refused to seek help and the place we called our home became unbearable. She was careless , distant, she was would keep us up with her yelling and made up fights. She would threaten us and leave for as up to a week at once . I was the head of the household. I cooked , cleaned , helped my brother with homework, took him to practice and made sure my mother’s image was not ruined in his innocent mind like she had ruined it in mine . I became subject to her emotional verbal and once physical abuse. She targeted me more than anyone once she noticed that her son favored me more than her. All this while being in my first

I remember a time, when I felt like the world was against me and the only thing keeping me sane was my mom. She has been their for me during all the ups and downs of my problems. I have felt elevation when she helped me get through the loss of my uncle.  For example, she would let me cry on her shoulder and asked if I needed anything. There would be days when I came home from school crying, from my teacher yelling at me and sending me to the principal office. She would comfort and tell me that everyday is a new day and the teacher was just doing her job. When I was little, I was always afraid to go over to my grandparents house and sleep over. She gave me the strength to face my fear and now I'm not afraid anymore. She has always pushed me

The children were listening to the Alligator Alphabet book and were introduced to the letters and their sounds.

As a child I did not understand the candy-coated excuses I had been told about the world I lived in, I knew there was a larger situation I knew nothing about. I later learned why it was harder for my mother to do things, why it was harder for her to work all day then come home and play with me; I later learned my mother was bipolar. I had to understand that mom would retreat to her room with no warning and would not come out until the next day, had to understand that it was a normal thing. I can admit that I was blessed as a child, as long as you do not look too long, we lived a comfortable lifestyle while both of my parents were working and life was easy for me and my sister. But that was only when I was a small child, one day would be

My mothers death changed me. I knew I had to change and for the better. I didn't want to waste time. I couldn't mope around and wish that her death wouldn't happen I couldn't change her death. Two days after her death I went back to school and began working nonstop. If my time was precious then I was going to make it count. Instead of watching t.v alone I would study, my G.P.A rose. I started going out spending time with friends and family. I went to school dances and participated in events because as much as the term is over used you only live once. I was making memories to last a lifetime and along the way I was building a future. I didn't realize at the time that my nonstop work was helping me build a resume. All of the extracurricular

Not only as a woman, but as a Mexican, my mother demonstrated to be the strongest person in the world. Since a very young age, growing up in a very difficult environment like it is Mexico, she learned how to see for herself. And through her life my mom appreciated all the lessons she experienced, never with a pessimistic outlook. That is why she always had the wisest words that encourage me to be brave when taking decisions. As the same way her mother’s determination shaped her to become someone independent and with more knowledge, is the same way my mother’s experiences influence me to have her strength. Unlike other mothers, mine was excited when I started solving problems by my own without her guidance, acting like a young adult. The fact

My mom used to beat me every single day. And I do not feel bad about saying this, it's in my memory and yet something tells me not to believe it. She not only beat me but my sister Angelica as well. I remember her beatings on myself more. If I think back to it I can almost feel how fearful I felt and how much I wanted her to stop. Anything or everything would make her go off on us. We were walking on eggshells. No matter how many times I tried my best to avoid making her mad or cause her to verbally abuse us, nothing worked. I grew up thinking I was a bad kid. I grew up thinking her actions and behavior were my fault. I found ways to keep her happy and she was always miserable. We never seen her genuinely happy for us, not a single day. Her

As the plane lands, I see a gray smoke hovering the whole city of Manila, Philippines. It was exactly as I remember it to be. Hot, humid, polluted, and lots of mosquitoes from left to right. These weren’t pleasing at all, however there’s something here that makes me want to go back every time. That is my very own mother.

I never imagined my life to be the way it is now. As a child, I was blessed with a happy, healthy family and enjoyed childhood in Mexico. My parents made a decision when I was 14 that redirected my life to where I stand today. My siblings, mom, and I moved to the United States. My dad, on the other hand, stayed in Mexico working. Our lives changed drastically in all aspects.

I changed, I didn’t' even realize that I did, till now when I had to write about it. Throughout my years of living, I never payed much attention to myself, I've always been caring about others and making them smile and happy and comfortable . Looking back I realized throughout those years I've been helping others my characteristic been evolving me changing me without me realizing it adapting me to my environment. That changed made me better, looking back and seeing how much I helped others without realizing it made me smile a little.

The rental house didn’t come close to our home we had just left. Our old home was huge and even had a guest house in the back yard. There was a beautiful view of Helotes and San Antonio, and it was in the hill country. We ended up moving to a crowded street with houses lined up in rows. The rental house had no yard and was so dark inside. The move to the rental house seemed to darken the spirits of my whole family. Where we once were all on the same floor, we were now on separate floors. We now spent less time together because of it. We were all in separate rooms. It was strange and not home.