As a good mother she would understand that it is their choice to make not hers.The last unconditional property is appreciation. A good mother will always appreciate her child. For example, If her child helps her do something like take the trash out, help in the garden or even wipe down the kitchen table. She should always show her child how much she appreciates them. A good mother will show support for her child not matter what.
What made me not want to be a father at that age was that I saw how it affected their lives with all the responsibilities that came with being a parent at such a young age. Not having kids before I was 21 was like a dream come true for me because I set a personal goal for myself, and I achieved it. After achieving my first personal goal, I had my heart set on the next thing: getting married and then starting my own family. This was something none of my siblings had ever done as well. I got married to the most beautiful woman on April 24, 2004.
My mother nor my father bothered to take an active role within my life so therefore I had been living with my great-grandmother since I was an infant. Today, I have the utmost love and respect for her and everything that she and my grandfather had done and are still doing for me, but at the time I was a bitter teenager who did not understand why my family situation was so grim. Although my mother wasn’t completely absent within my life, time and time again she had chosen narcotics over me and my younger sister and was content with us living with my grandmother and not her. In her mind, and to this day she still believes that it is best that we are/were with her ignoring what having an absentee mother psychologically does to her children. She tended to visit and call us at her leisure, and for that I was spiteful.
As their figures disappearing in the distance, I felt like losing all the support. For almost 18 years, I have been so accustomed to the care, support and understanding they gave me that I did not consider even once how to live without them. Born in a nuclear family, I obtained all the love from my parents. However, from that day on, I did have to be independent and relied on myself. Knowing that they miss me not less than I do, I call home frequently.
I am lonely. In the article “No one Cooks like Mom” by Steve and Alice Lawhead they say “No place is like home” and that is definitely true. I miss home more than anything. All through high school I said I couldn’t wait to get out of Berryville, and now that I am alone up here, I definitely regret saying that. Another thing that was said in the article is that “No one cooks like mom”, that is incredibly true as well.
My parent had 9 children (no privacy), my mom was a stay at home mom (up until I turned 18) and my dad worked every day. We never wanted for anything so I guess we were okay, we only got what we needed in life and nothing we wanted (it was too many of us). I am the third oldest child, I came into this world on January 4th 1960, at 3 pounds 13 ounces, small right? By the time I came along my parents already had a girl and a boy (four and three years older). The sister that was born 14 months after me went to my mom’s sister my Aunt Mary, because she could not have any children (lucky her, (my sister) that is what I always thought).
Living at home you would not have to worry about responsibility but living on your own you don’t have to worry about the nagging of your parents and you can come and goes as you please. Can you say freedom at last?! No choirs, no direct time you have to be in the house. Having your own place it is freedom from rules but not from having more responsibly. Having your own apartment you would have rent to pay, bills, and no more moms’ cooking.
I know that I have repressed memories; but I don’t like to remember them, I do sometimes and when I do it only makes me stronger and strives to love more (my family). One of my earliest and most painful was one day when my mom would go to work (the abuse would only happened when she went to work). I was about ten when it all started; my sisters and I never were allowed to go outside and play with our friends or even visit our family, it was only on the weekends that we would see our grandparents. We always had to stay in our rooms for no reason. My mom worked Monday thru Saturdays.
Older sisters are never usually the individuals in the family that have an important part in raising children. Mine is. My older sister Candace has been my second mother for as long as I could remember. In some of my earliest memories, when I wasn't able to discuss with my parents on a certain issue, I was able to talk to my sister. When my parents were disappointed with me for not trying my best in any one of my endeavors, it was my older sister who was the one to be behind me.
But one thing we knew is that we would be great parents to her, and give her the attention and love we both really never got from our family. We both knew she was going to be spoiled because of us and her grandparents. She wasn’t even born yet and she already had a personal wardrobe. As the months passes by it was just a waiting game for me and my boyfriend we were so anxious for her arrival into the world. Everyone else was just waiting anxiously for her presence also.