Personal Narrative: My Mother

Alexus Casidy is out of her teenage years and now twenty, with a whole life ahead. The name Alexus may be a common but, the story of how it was picked, was not. Her father named her after a nurse at a Psychiatric Hospital, that he said was pretty. Not only did he name her after a nurse but, he chose the spelling of the car, Alexus. She grew up with her two younger siblings in Beloit WI, and I am yet to wonder if her sibling’s names have a comical story behind theirs as well. My peer went to high school at Beloit Memorial, graduating in 2015. Where she was an active cheerleading and softball player, also where she met her boyfriend, of three years, Ryan. Most don’t see that she is a mother, student, girlfriend, and employee; holding many different roles in all statuses. Alexus studies at UW Rock County and is undecided with fulfilling her dreams for becoming a children’s nurse or a teacher. Also, is hard-working employee at the factory Prent Corporation in Janesville, WI as an Inspector Packer. Where the money pays for the house her and her boyfriend own, with their one year old, Brooks.

After my mother and I have an argument she usually smiles at me and says, it’s because we’re so much alike that we argue. She reminds me that our lack of communicating often stirs more trouble than why we were arguing. I used to get upset that my mom didn’t set time aside for our family to spend time together or make us eat together at the dinner table. I was upset because I was comparing our family to my friends’ families. I valued those things and assumed my mom didn’t, but I was wrong. My mom had so much on her mind everyday it was breaking her on the inside. Not only had I wanted my mom to be like my friend’s moms, now I had wanted my mom to be different because she was depressed. Bonhoeffer mentions that we desire images of others that we want, but aren’t the true image they bear as Christ’s (pg37-38). At first I was puzzled. How is a good image of mine, not Christ’s image for her? I learned that His image is neither right nor wrong, but simply uniquely divine. My mom could have done those things, but her whole life would have had to be different, and I would never want to change who my mom is.

The person in the book with whom I identify the most is Philip. My life is not like Philip’s after 9/11 and Wisconsin, but before that time, we have a lot in common. Philip and I live on the east coast. Philip lived in Princeton; whereas, I live in Delaware. My Dad and Mom both graduated from elite colleges. Dad graduated from IIT, Indian Institute of Technology, the best engineering school in India. My Mom graduated from Miranda University, one of the top women’s colleges in India. Joel and Amanda, Philip’s parents, both graduated from Harvard. After I was born, Mom quit her job and became a house mom. She drives me and takes care of me whenever I needed help. This was also true with Amanda as she “… quit her job and poured all her energy

She would try to get lost. It was the eighties and we had no cell phones or GPS. But, we had a car, and she said we were free with a car. She drove down all the little roads, but we were never really lost because we were never really scared and all roads lead somewhere.

The worker contacted Joetta Rhone who is the mother of Kelly Rhone and maternal grandmother of her children. Mrs. Rhone stated “I’m shocked at the allegations pointed at Kelly I have seven grandchildren all together and they’re all active in the church. I see Alaina and Markel at least three times a week especially on Wednesdays when we have church. We I see the children there always clean neat and well groomed. I’ve never seen any mark or bruises on the children and I don’t have any concerns for their safety living with Kelly. Kelly is a good mother she doesn’t drink or do drugs in fact I admire the way she parents her children because she a young mother she had Alaina while she was still a senior in high school and I’m proud of her for continuing

I watched her slip into eternal rest on November 10, 2010; she had finally lost her ten-year battle with cancer. The woman that molded and shaped my world, my mother, had died. Ten years before, the only time I dealt with the medical community was for my yearly checkup and vaccinations. Everyone in my immediate family was healthy and happy. Then she came to me and said she was having excessive vaginal bleeding but was not concerned because she believed it was just fibroids since she had them after she gave birth to my youngest sister in 1987. She was just going to go to her OBGYN to get it checked out, but it was no big deal. Two weeks later, we were all called in for a family meeting. The results of her test had returned, and she had stage

Finally, what my mom taught me. My mom taught me how to respect you're older. My mom believe is that god will take care of you and is always watching you and when you get scare to pray and will make it go away that was my mother believe. Seen i was little i would get nightmare and wake up my sister and ask her to pray with me she would never say no she look at me and pray together till this day because my mom work all night. She also show us that speaking two language is good because you would have more opportunities to get a job. For us cinco de mayo and los tres reyes we have to come all together and eat no one allow to leave that family time. I'm not really use to eating American food because my mom always make mexican food when she come

I would never abandon Danielle, she has been with me since pretty much the day I moved here. The way we started was I asked my cousin Lavell who people were on instagram and i followed a bunch of people which one of them happened to be Danielle. That night I checked my phone and noticed that she had liked a large number of my pictures, so i asked Lavell who she was and he told me a little bit about her. The next day, July 4th, Lavell and i was going to go to a get together with his friends and they all had dates while i the new kid had no one to go with. I took a leap of faith and asked her what she was doing and if she would be interested in coming with me even though we didnt know each other. I told her that i lived with Lavell and that if she wanted

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.

As I lay awake in the hospital bed I can hear them speaking. I can hear them and I can sense them but I can not see them. My body will not move although I try with all my might. Ever since the accident I haven't been able to open my eyes or move my limbs. The doctors don’t realize that I can hear them, that I know exactly what's going on. Every time they come in the room I listen to their banter. One of them is a man and the other is a woman. THe door always squeaks open and they rush in, immediately wondering what hey should do to me next or where they should move me. Today was no exception as they scurried in fast and began their discussion as usual.

Every day, about 1,500 Americans are expected to die from cancer. Cancer is a disease in which cells divide uncontrollably, destroying vital body tissue. Most people are no stranger to the effects cancer can have on those close to them. I am most certainly no exception. In 2004, Lauren, a 10 year old girl, died from cancer. My mom used to work for her mom, so she was close with Lauren. Before she got sick, Lauren was much like any average girl. She enjoyed doing soccer, Girl Scouts, and loved to play with American Girl dolls. In many ways, she was just like me.

I want to resolve this. I want Jaren to spend time with you. I want you to spend time with Jaren. I want more than anything to not feel I as though we have to appease each

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

Have you ever woken up feeling Megan Fox confident? Slip into that look at me outfit that accents your best features. Mascara goes on the best it’s ever gone on, coating every lash with maximum volume and length. Then suddenly, you hear your inner Beyonce humming a soft “I’m feeling myself”.

My mom works as an accountant. I wouldn’t like that job because it’s really hard for me. My mom wants me to get a really good job and she doesn’t want me to get a girl pregnant because then I’m gonna ruin my life because I would have to be taking care of the baby.