To illustrate, I often study her hands, the painful imperfections, which took years of working multiple jobs, making sure life for her children was as carefree as possible. Consequently, she never places herself first, ensuring her one and only wish of starting her own family legacy. Throughout all my grandmothers’ trials and tribulations, her strength always shines through. It is not uncommon to sit down at our dinner table and share our household to a less fortunate person, and treat them with as much class and dignity as we show to our very own. These acts, as well as the countless other acts of kindness, which my grandmother is persistent in conducting, may never render an award, nor would she want such recognition.
The Girl Who Slept Through Christmas Once upon a time, there was a girl named Melody who felt like she held the world upon her shoulders. Melody lived with her five brothers and sisters, her parents, and both sets of grandparents. To say that she had a large family was an understatement. Out of all the people who lived with Melody, she was the only one who went to school, had a job, and provided for the family. Her mother cared for the children and the grandparents, but she did not know how to cook or clean, so that was Melody’s job.
Not only do the kids have a stay at home mom, but they have a live-in nanny to help solve their problems. As seen in most families where there are former spouses, there are no problems with former spouses in The Brady Bunch, they aren’t even mentioned. The boys don’t have any grief for their birth mother and Carol’s ex husband is out of the picture. Another thing that is weird is that the kids immediately bond and respect their step parents. This rarely happens in real life.
Megan Lynch Mr. Winn ENG 101 9 Paragraph 21 January 2014 Cherish Your Loved Ones If I have learned anything in life, it’s to cherish your loved ones and the moments you spend with them. My mother discovered she was terminally ill with a life expectancy of only a few months. After surviving over sixty operations and years of treatment, it seemed like my mother was perfectly healthy and nothing would ever happen to her. I could see her watching me grow into adulthood. I pictured her playing with my children.
Both Francie and Jane each experienced a different kind of tragedy in their lives. Jane has had a rough life beginning from her childhood from being an orphan living at her evil Aunt Reed’s home to her marriage to Edward Rochester, compared to Francie who has lived with her mother Katie Nolan, father Johnny Nolan and brother Neely Nolan. Francie has a family to love and care for her while Jane has not even felt what the emotion of “Love” is from her aunt Reed. While Jane was young she had the courage to stand up to her aunt to tell her about the wrongs doings she has don’t to her. Here Jane says that “I will never call you aunt again as long as I live” she also says that her aunt has no “feelings” and “I [Jane] can do without one bit of love or kindness Pg (38).
As previously stated, Martha McCarroll’s life is remarkable, and it relates to Erikson’s eight stages of psychosocial development. Erikson’s first stage is Trust vs. Mistrust. When I read the definition of this stage to my grandmother, she immediately laughed. When I asked her what was funny about Erik Erikson, she explained that she couldn’t imagine growing up in an environment where trust was an issue. Unfortunately, she could not remember anything from her first year of life.
Once she finished praying she said that she did not come around during the first few weeks because she knew that my family, his family and other friends would be there. She said she knew when all the people were gone home and had forgotten about my Fiancé. I was going to need someone and that’s when she was there. She sat with me and listened to me tell her countless stories of our time together. My friends showed me that they were reliable and that I could count on them when times got rough.
Unfortunately, the best word to describe her is “dysfunctional.” I had to take care of the both of us my whole life and it was almost as if I was the adult and she was the child. My mother lacked judgement and demonstrated poor prioritization skills when she worried about her wrinkles more than our lack of proper housing. Clueless when it came to life in America, she let other people decide her future and took every wrong path until she hit a dead end. I watched her helplessly, as she drank away her sorrows and withered away into depression. Despite the heartaches of a broken family, I gained maturity and independence.
My mother immediately took me to the bath room and scolded me. Now that I have matured, I show Sunny my utmost respect. The present me knows what respect is now, so even if my mother yells at me, I stay quiet and reply with “yes ma’am” or “no ma’am”. In my younger days, I probably let my anger take control and rage at my mother for yelling at me. Growing up, because I was a problem child and disrespectful, my family never liked traveling to places with me.
When I think of my mom I think of how strong she is and how she has helped me throughout my 14 years. There hasn't been a time in my life where I was going through a hard time and my mom wasn't there, guiding me through it. After all the bad and rough times, put downs and fall downs I been through; there was only one person that endure my life. After all the mistakes I've done through the past years, it was her who helped me out. And those times when I was heartbroken or confused out of my mind, it was her who gave me advice.