Everyone has someone they look up to, and everyone has a different hero. Some people's heros may be someone famous or someone in a book. My hero just happens to be my mother, Naomi Peterson. She raised me and continues to raise me into the person I am and the person I am becoming. She taught me from a very young age how to be a hard worker and to help others. For obvious reasons she is my idol and hero. When I think about the qualities of a hero, I think of someone who is courageous, loving, and selfless. My mom is all of these and more. When I was young and even today, I remember my mom doing things for others. She visited our neighbors, or cared for anyone who was sick or afflicted. My mom has gone through so much in her life and I...show more content...
Especially the widows. Looking back, my mother was raising two kids at home and taking care of the women of the ward. She did it wonderfully and I'm so grateful for her example.I learned an important lesson from her about how to be selfless. When my mother was in fourth grade, she was playing tag at recess. Then one of the boys grabbed her hair and didn't let go. So my mother swung to make the boy let go, and they ended up getting in a fist fight. The kids at recess began to surround them and started yelling stuff. Somehow she got ahold of the boys hands, swung him around and let go just right so he slid down the hill that they were on. After that the boys never bugged her again. Even though my mother was shy, I think that is pretty courageous for a young girl. When she tells me that story she reminds me to have courage and stick up for yourself and for others. My mother lives 2,872 miles away from her parents. Every time we go to Hawaii it breaks my heart when she has to leave my grandparents. I admire my mother so much for being able to stay strong living so far away especially as they are getting so old. She has a tremendous amount of courage being able to adjust to a new culture in Idaho. My mom has raised five children, and I am the last one at home. "Perhaps it takes courage to raise children.." (Steinbeck) I think that couldn't be more true. She raised all three of my older sisters to be
When I was 10 years old, I realized my so–called mother might not be related to me. I had started to grow to around 5' tall, but I still felt small among my classmates, most of whom were 5' 3" at the time. There was one person who would make me feel tall, and that person was my mother. Although my so–called mother was only 4'11, the difference was noticeable, well, to me at least. As soon as I saw the height difference, I immediately capitalized on it; it was one of the best things to happen to me. "Hey mom!" I said, coming from the backyard. "Yes, sweetie?" my mom said from her bedroom, "Do you need something?" I walked into her room and stood next to her to show I was taller, "Looks like I'm the adult now!" I said, my smile as big as it's ever been before. "Are you now?" my mother said, chuckling. "Then I guess you can pay the bills, and do all my chores and go to my work while I go to school." My smile quickly faded; I did not understand that she was joking. I was angry, and stomped to my room. Lying in bed, I started to think, How can she make me do all that? She's a monster, I can't be her son. Then, as if a lightbulb went off in my head, I realized that she was not really my mother. If more proof is needed, I have more examples. My so–called mother had a very short temper for a very long time, and even now she gets angry somewhat quickly. I on the other hand, was very calm, and still am to this day. On December 22nd, when I was 12 years old, my mother and I had
Getting to know my Mom It took me eighteen years to spend some quality time with my mother and discover what an incredible journey she has had with my brothers and me. She is the kind of person who has always been very involved with all parts of our daily lives. In fact, she was the kind of mother who always had time for her three sons, worked full–time and had time to devote to community projects too. Her energy and enthusiasm for all of these things seemed endless and she always tried to teach the three of us to see the value in the idea of giving back to the community. I was always glad that she was present at my games and supported me through school, but it took me over a decade to learn what motivated her to be so...show more content...
My mother also says, "...I am pretty sure God intended for me to have sons. I am more of a tomboy than I am barbie doll. I am sure I would not have done well teaching a daughter how to do all the girlie things. Not to mention, when my nieces were little, I noticed the drama began very early on and they talked incessantly." Of course she winks and grins with these remarks. She was like a second mother to my cousins and loves them dearly. As much as she is quick to point out the reasons she loved having sons and why they are so easy to raise, there is more to this story. I can 't count the times she has asked all of us why we need to scratch ourselves all of the time. This is not something females understand. It is not something males really want or feel they need to explain because it is just what we do. She can laugh about it and enjoyed imitating us and asking if we would like to see her walking around the house in her underwear scratching or fondling her parts. My mother was less tolerant of another brotherly trait – squabbling. That was another part of our dynamic which just seemed normal to my brothers and me. We just liked to agitate each other. To my mother this was upsetting because she didn 't want anyone hurt and she wanted to make sure we had good relationships in the future. It was not easy for her to get us to engage in conversations about feelings and relationships. Try as she might, we were most often not did not feel her same
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For this narrative, I interviewed my mom, Amanda Lopez. At first, she seems mean. That's very blunt but it's true. My mom is a very guarded and self–reserved person. She does have manners and she is nice but, she won't open up immediately to a new person. She is also very hard working and independent. She wasn't born with these qualities, she went through a lot of different struggles, but that's how she ended up where she is today.
My mom didn't have a very good high school experience. Her mom always moved, which caused her to move. Which caused her to have few friends. She never participated in sports or arts. She mostly focused on her home life and school. Her mom never really supported her. When asked about the future, she state "I never thought about the future, it was more of a day by day, moment by moment kind ofthing. How am I going to pay for this and when will I get my homework done?" My mom had to buy her own clothes, pay the rent at her mom's house, and juggle school work. So, as you can imagine, she had a lot on her plate. Although, she did have support from her aunt and uncle. But, she still had to do a lot of things on her own. "Aunt Terri and I would go to herparent's house and hang out on the farm. We would do every day normal stuff like baking and knitting." Essentially, Aunt Terri was the mom she never had, she taught her basic skills and gave her tips on different things. "They were the ones that came to my volleyball games and made cupcakes for the