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When you think about your mother, what are the images that first pop into your mind? How are you connected/disconnected to your mother mentally and physically? What traits do you share? Example:
MJ & Kathy
My grandma, a beautiful Irish-Catholic girl, had six children before she was 30, and dropped out of URI to marry my grandpa. She wanted to be a teacher. She brought these small burdens to Briggs Beach every summer where the six kids reigned over tide-pools, and swam out to "sixth rock" without a chaperone. Despite what the rich visiting summer girls wore, every year my grandmother scoured the stores to find my mom a bathing suit with skirt. The wet fabric clung to her legs, giving my mom ideas that there was something wrong with her body. My grandmother never told her that it was HER own modesty that covered my mom’s thighs with thick jersey fabric. Because of many small misunderstandings like this, they shared the same black curls, thick Rhode Island accent, but nothing else.
My mother is kinder than me, than everyone. She is a Psych NP for teenagers, so she's more interested in medicine and science than literature, but will read a novel to humor me as long as it has a happy ending; she says she hears too many sad stories at work during the day.
At Christmas time she’ll still construct a gingerbread house from scratch so my sister and I can decorate it with gumdrops and M&M’s. On Saturdays, after going for a run with her girlfriends, she'll stand at the stove over her iron skillet chatting, and make me blueberry pancakes. At night the sound of her sewing machine is a buzz that fills the house.
I don’t know the weight of having six kids, of choosing one life for another, or of growing up in a time when your body and mind were meant to be invisible, but when we go to Briggs Beach, and my mother emerges from the waves in her swimsuit (without a skirt), I see my legs, my knees, walking towards me.
You see it all started on April 29 2004, a certain young child had exited the place he had called home for nine months and upon opening his eyes for the first time became exposed to bright lights along with freakishly huge beings wearing some type of weird blue plastic. Obviously, as he was picked up and carried like a little toy, the child cried longing to go back to the warmth and comfort of home. In a matter of seconds this crying so-called “bundle of joy” was handed to one of these beings. Except there was something different about this being, it possessed longer hair and appeared to share the baby’s emotion, the being was crying. When this being held the child, something clicked, a magical spark went off, suddenly the tears had vanished replaced with wide and loving emotional smiles, with this a magical bond was formed. Well, that miniscule baby was me (I know, quite surprising and unexpected right?) and the being with long hair, apparently called a female homo sapiens according to multiple of my science teachers, was my mother (shocking!). Now of course my dad was there but I guess we are going to ignore that as Ms. Dishner’s prompt is about mother appreciation and completely disregards the existence of fathers. The moment I was placed in my mother’s arms was the moment our journey together began… With my parents both being Syrian diplomats, they were sent on a mission to Beijing, China by the Syrian Government to represent and engage in diplomacy. At that time, I was three months old, and before even getting the opportunity to truly become familiar with my room and surrounding in Damascus, Syria, I found myself aboard a plane on my way to Beijing. Unfortunately, since both of my parents worked in the Syrian in embassy in Beijing, I spent those five years mostly with my grandma, playing, running around, and learning while patiently awaiting the return of my parents to home in the evening. I really had no way to see my parents for most of the day until I became four years old when I became enrolled in school and my parents had to get me a driver due to their lack of ability to leave work to transport me to and from school. The driver taught me and helped me become well versed in Mandarin, refining my pronunciation of words, and improving my understanding of every lesson. He was the reason I became my parents’ translator during that time!
ReplyDeleteAnyhow, I will never forget the time I requested from my best buddy of the time to drive me to the embassy so I could surprise my mother (my father had been in Russia on a business trip), he finally agreed as he claimed it would be my reward due to managing to convince him using only mandarin. I walked into the office in my suit, a hilarious little toddler marching in like he owned the place. After telling the secretary to remain quiet so it could be a surprise and ignoring something she wanted to say that seemed urgent (If it does make a difference, I would like to apologize for ignoring you ma’am now after 13 years) I marched on in towards my mom’s office, jumped in front of the doorway, and screamed surprise. Bad mistake. Really bad mistake… she was in the middle of a very formal meeting and the woman with her stared at me, giving me the menacing death stare and screamed at me for disrupting the meeting (I have a feeling she does not like kids). I very respectfully apologized to the mean old lady (she wasn’t having it) and raised my hand signifying to my mother I would wait outside in the car with Chen, my driver and best buddy, outside. About an hour later my mother walks out and hugs me, she tells me she loved the surprise and decided to leave work early. We went to downtown with Chen where we roamed the streets, ate some delicious ice cream and made a surprise visit to a clothing store where my mother bought “a brand-new red tie for a handsome and elegant young man.” Even though she was not at home with me all the time, it was her efforts (yes and my dad’s) that kept me well fed ( https://drive.google.com/file/d/1yWJsaay78x6cxR01TXsNQt0fDmOeCqgs/view?usp=sharing ), well dressed ( https://drive.google.com/file/d/1N9oPlt7Dyk06rLqzariyWOwo8aoXZ9UY/view?usp=sharing ), well educated ( https://drive.google.com/file/d/1_YPbrbcVVpvwRQlbSpDox5UO_8Kof9Yn/view?usp=sharing ), well raised ( https://drive.google.com/file/d/18_YyCh3DpruamWg2ea0Kmuilw_fdJro3/view?usp=sharing ), and made me into the person I am today. My mother has always been by my side throughout every stage of my life, and we have an impenetrable connection. We have a beautiful bond and as her first and eldest child I am bestowed with more trust and responsibilities. As science has proven I am 50% my mother, it is in my genes, in my DNA that I share physical and mental traits with my mother. I will forever cherish my relationship with my mother for without her I would not be standing here right now writing this prompt to get a √++ for a blogger grade and I would not have made it this far, developing and learning if it were not for her love, care, and encouragement. I will forever be grateful and thankful for my mother (and my dad) and so I work hard on myself to succeed and achieve to make them proud, so all their efforts, hard work, and love were not pointless.
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DeleteYour mum and father sounds like lovely people. This was a compelling read but your Father should've been included much more he is a lovely man. Next on How I Met His Mother I will update you on my personal impressions of Feras's Mother whom I haven't had the pleasure of meeting yet.
DeleteWhen I think of the word mom I always think about the woman that gave birth to me 17 years ago . My mother had to sit in the hospital for over a month with me in her belly causing her labor pain for about 2 weeks. I eventually popped out into the world as a very early born baby. Fast-forward 17 years and my mom and I have a big connection but with cracks along the way due to past issues but we are better nonetheless. My mom and I have the typical mother son relationship however I started breaking out of it earlier than most probably would. My mother and I share the same curly hair, upper lip and similar nose. That is all I have really been able to find . My mother and I share a very different mentality however she is more incline on her old ways while I am more adapted to the world currently so we misunderstand each other sometimes when it comes to certain things like science and what not.
ReplyDeleteMothers are truly amazing, the amount of pain and stress they have to go through to bring a child into the world and raise them into great individuals is extraordinary. As the offspring we must aim to make our parents proud as to prevent a regret of all the efforts put in by our parents
DeleteI’m no scientist but I’m pretty sure without my mother I wouldn’t be here writing this very paper right now so in just that regard my mother and father are some exceptional people. When I think of my mother I picture a kind-hearted beautiful mother. I can’t put my emotions for my mother or father into words, they’re just absolutely amazing and extraordinary. Sure there are problems but its made up for. I share the genetic code from both my mother and father but I look more like my Father maybe if I had a daughter she’ll have aspects of my mother but I do share more of my mum’s characteristics. We are both full of too much pride and would challenge anyone without second thoughts combined with a generic hotheadedness and aspirations from my father it can get tense and unnerving sometimes, squabbles can arise at any moment and die down as quickly as it started, but never the less she has always wanted the best for me and my siblings, although she can be a bit protective I wouldn’t want it any other way. That’s just what makes up my mother a kind-hearted fun mother with the purest intentions.
ReplyDeleteHm that is interesting. I am glad you don't want you mom to change.
DeleteI agree with you that the feelings and emotions we have towards our parents who brought us into the world and raised us cannot be put into words, there is a tremendous love in the bond between parents and their children. You have been raised well and your parents seem to be wonderful people!
DeleteAlso when you said you are no scientist, are you discrediting all the scientific experiments you carry out in your free time? What a sham! 😂
To be honest, I’m kind of like June who knows nothing about her mother......Cause I have most of my mom’s physical outlook but that seems to be all. My mom and I share similar height, small eyes, a flat nose compare to Europeans, and chubby little hands. Other than that, I don’t know much about her story. In my childhood, she often woke up when I was already in school for weekly meetings in those giant hall, and get back home when I was ready to brush my teeth and sleep. I remembered I used to ask her what was her job, she reply: tea lady......Yea, she thinks she’s really funny although she wasn’t, she was really boring. I think that’s the reason she married my father, cuz my father can make the jokes that can makes you laugh till the end of the day, make those cute little piggy rice ball when I got an “A” in my test or singing those old songs while he was sweeping the floor. Ok, back to the conversation. My mom lives like an old lady although she wasn’t that old and what makes it annoying is that she tries to make you feel old as well......Our daily phone calls were about what stocks went up today, did COVID got worst in America, or what did you ate for dinner yesterday.......Most of my personality or characteristic or whatever has nothing to do with my mom and I guess that’s the reason I can hold my mom a lot of times. I was like my dad, cool, funny, alive, yes! The word “alive” which something my mom did not own. Her daily routine was like those most conservative, riskless, and safety stocks, which is like your heartbeat when you’re dead. However, she loved me. She was a woman that values job and family the most which was similar and different as me. I do think job, education and knowledge are very important but I don’t value family as much as her, maybe because she was from those traditional family in The Joy Luck Club. I would described as an artist who has no creativity, a musician without soul but she was full of love, the love that belongs to a mother and female.
ReplyDeleteWhen I think of my mom the first thing I think of is that she moved to NY from the Dominican Republic by herself. She came over here when she was 19 years old and had basically no family here. She had to become independent very quickly. Apart from this I also think about the fact that she's my bestfriend. She's very supportive, nurturing and open minded. Even though sometimes she can get caught up in her old generational ways and we end up bumping heads for it, she's understanding even if we disagree. The physical features I share with my mom are my lip shape, my nose shape, and the shape of my eyes. What I get from her mentally is how I always think about the future. She's helped shape me into the person I am today for example, I can be outgoing because of her. Meanwhile, my dad is more quiet and preserved.
ReplyDeletemy mom also helped me be the person I am today.
DeleteMy mom had never thought of coming to America unlike my dad who’s dream it was. She valued her family and always wanted to be close to them, but she moved to America with my dad. She only did it because she was pregnant with me and she wanted me to be born here and have the opportunities everyone always hears about in America. She had all my other siblings here too and she had to put her new family first before her family in Romania. Since she’s here mostly alone because my parent’s divorced I admire that she still sticks through to make everything good for my siblings and I. Thats why I see her as very strong. Most of the time we don’t get along because she’s old school and believes in old values while I have new ones. But we do have a connection and I understand why she does things the way she does. We have more things in common with our personalities but physical wise we both have big eyes, dark brown hair, and small hands.
ReplyDeleteI can relate to this because my mom is also very old school and we tend to disagree on a lot of things.
DeleteWhen I think of my mom I see my siblings surrounding her smiling and laughing, my mom cares about her kids very much and is always offering us this and doing this or that for us. Although I have been living with my grandparents basically my whole life, I know that she still cared for us and worry about us. I don't know much about my mother but what I do know is that we are her kids and that we are very much cared for. I don't share many traits with her, my siblings share more traits then me whether it be personality or physical traits but even if we don't share many traits we are still family. My parents are on bad terms for more than a year now but she is still concerned with us and still support us and still catches up with us from time to time regardless of what we do and I respect her very much.
ReplyDeleteIt's nice that you see your siblings and stuff.
DeleteIt's great to understand that your mother still loves you, despite living with your grandparents for your whole life.
DeleteWhen i think about my mother i think about that time when she took this poor orphan into our home, fed him, and gave him some of my clothes. I also think about all the sacrifices she made, like sending her only daughter away to america and spending most of her money buying me whatever I wanted. I honestly have never met someone so generous and cheerful like my mother. I really liked those moments when we would lay down together and talk about the future. This made me feel less anxious because I knew she would always be there to support me. In addition, I appreciate my mother for not being toxic and abusive. Unlike the other mothers in Senegal who would hit their children for the smallest reasons, she would actually have a conversation with me instead of being abusive. This taught me how to properly express my emotions instead of lashing out on others. Even though i haven't seen her for many years (my parents are not divorced btw) she will always be in my heart because she is the best mother i could ever have. It’s pretty hard for me to live without her but i hope one day we could be together, eating madd fruits and listening to wally seck on a beautiful senegalese beach.
ReplyDeleteI hope you will get that day on the beautiful Senegalese beach. I love how she brought someone in and tried to help them, shows that she has a beautiful heart.
DeleteShe's so sweet, and I like how you looked up to her because moms are like our role models. Hope you get to see her soon!
DeleteMy mom came here with me dad and 2 older sisters to start a new life, so my brother and I could have a better life here in America. Just like June I actually don't know much about my mother but I'm close to her because of our religion. My mom and I are complete opposites when it comes to appearance, I'm a split image of my dad as many close family friends say. Personality wise we're very alike because we're both neat freaks and hate noise or any type of mess, we're also very organized. We got closer through food actually. She taught me to cook at a young age and I usually help out with any cooking. She taught me all her secrets in cooking and techniques. She's a very hardworking women who always gives it her all and pushes herself. Mentally, My mother and I are very different because we always have different opinions and opposite taste in fashion and clothing but other then that I really love and care for her. When I was younger we would always go out shopping for grocery together or I would just watch her cook.
ReplyDeleteSame! I don't look like my mother that much. I look more like my father lol. Your mother sounds like an amazing person. =)
DeleteIt’s so cute that you guys share all the similarities and differences at the same time, I love the meal she cooks! (you shared it with me last time)
DeleteIt's nice that you can bond with her over food and cooking.
DeleteWhen I think about my mother, the images that pop up into my head is her standing in front of the class, writing all the confusing chemistry formulas. She’s always busy, before I go to school I was pretty much raised by my grandma. I will be sitting on my grandma’s rocking chair and wait until the sun goes down, because I know mom will be back when the sky gets dark. After I went to school, she became a strict teacher to me. I didn’t like her strict rules and all the assignments she gave me. As I grew up, we became closer, she’s no longer the one that I’m scared of, because she has the softest, kindest heart that’s full of love. The night before we moved to the U.S., she hugged me to bed, touched my head and asked if I’m scared, I said Yes and asked her “will you ever regret it?” “never, I would never regret providing more opportunities for you.” After that we became more like friends, we have the same nose, mouth, face shape. We wear the same size of clothes and the same size of shoes, we share out closet and secrets like any other friends.
ReplyDeleteThat is so cute! I love how you and your mom are close and trust each other. Your mother is a great mom and tried her best to give you opportunities.
DeleteIt's honestly amazing having a great relationship with our mothers. I can't wait to become a mother myself.
DeleteAwwww tha'ts really adorable! Its nice you and your mom and a close bond and the trust you two have! Its also nice how she gave you so many opportunities to do whatever you want.
DeleteThat's so adorable! It's nice that you and your mom were able to become close and create a special bond.
DeleteWhen I think of my mother, I think of the time we spend together. I did not live with my mothers ever since I was 4 years old. My brother and I were bring to Guinea to learn about our culture and to know where our parents are from. My mom came to visit every summer and she often brought us clothes and we will put on a "fashion show" trying on all of the clothes. I tell my mom most things that happen in my life, and we got closer by sharing about our lives and feelings. I know her as a kind and understanding person. She's always there when I ask her to be and try to keep communications with my brother and I so we would not "forget her". We share the same nose and eyes and we have the same mindset and ideas. Even though we are apart most of the time, we still call everyday to talk about our days.
ReplyDeleteI hope you get to see your mother soon, she seems like she is fun and kind.
DeleteYou and your brother are so brave! She’s 100% proud of you!
DeleteAwe that's so cute!! Your mother is really pretty btw, tell her hi for me. <3
DeleteAwww, you and your brother are so strong! And its nice you get to see her time to time, the bond you all have is really special and amazing.
Deleteaww I could imagine that took a lot of courage for you and your brother she is so proud of you
DeleteWhen I think about my mother, the images that pop up is her working hard for my family and her in the kitchen making sure that we eat well. I feel as though she cares and tries too much for us and I usually feel bad. I try to help time to time to make her life simpler and yet, the amount of work she does for us is absurd. I am connected to my mother because both her and I never give up until we get what we needed to be done. I believe that I usually have her neatness and her personality. What traits do we share is more leadership and organization.
ReplyDeleteYour mother sounds like a very hard worker. It's great to see how you do your best to contribute in the chores and taking into consideration of how much she does for your family.
DeleteYour mom is amazing! I’m glad you try your best to help her out and be there for her all the time.
DeleteWhen I think about my mother, images that first pop into my mind is an office and a vest. The vest is a crucial part to this image. No matter how hot or how cold it is, it's always that one vest that she always has. Always telling me to put on the vest whenever it was cold or chilly outside. Additionally, I imagine of the office because that is the kind of environment that she works in and in most days after her work hours, I ask, "How was your day?". She would tell me the most unbelievable and funny stories that happened at work. Like, "Today at work, someone smelled really bad!". I would respond with an immature. "Ewww stinky." My mom and I are very connected and have a strong relationship with each other. She is the parent that I feel most comfortable with and a person that I can share some of my secrets to. I try to show my appreciation to her by doing little things to help around the house, doing my best in school and being respectful. Mentally, I feel like we think very alike. My sister would say something that seems a bit off and we would think the same. It's as if we have a similar mindset and ideas. My mother is a very kind, gentle, funny and cool person. She is way too kind. So kind that she doesn't kill the spiders, those scary little six legged creatures, she lets them free. Which influenced me to not kill spiders as well. Also, I'm astounded by how easily she can make friends. She says she doesn't, but she has made a few new friends throughout my life. Physically, we look alike. I don't know how many times my mother has been called my sister or that I look just like my mother. I 'm happy to have a mother like her in the life that she gave me. In the future, I hope to repay her by helping her out lots when she gets older.
ReplyDeleteYour mom sounds so cool and kind! It’s great that you want to be able to give back to her in the future. I’m also glad that you try your best to help her out.
DeleteWhat I think of my mother is her always being cheerful every single day and benign strict. My father went to America when I was very young. It was always my mother who raised me. Until when I was 5 or 6 moved to America with my mother. My mother is always being strict to me about doing things the right way, for example chores. My biggest connection toward my mother is my personality, always making dumb jokes but both of laughs at it for some reason. Also the fact that we are both cheerful and smiling. My father is a very serious, and strict person who can’t take a joke and when an argument happens it starts with him. I mean I can’t blame him since he cares about this family deeply and decides the best course of action. Well I appreciate my mother for making everyday loud, and cheerful.
ReplyDeleteIt's a nice one，my mom is always being strict to me too.
Deletemy mom is always strict to me too but cool at the same time.
DeleteWhen I think about my mother, the first thing that pops up are the times we always joke around with each other and her cooking. I always loved her cooking and whenever I would go to Bengali or Indian restaurants, I would always say that my mom makes it better. I’m very connected with my mom and I’m always telling her most of the things going on in my life. We don’t share many physical traits with each other, but we do share a few things. We have the same hair color, eyes and fingers. My middle finger is crooked on both hands just like hers. We share a lot of personality traits. We also both very much dislike math and aren’t that good in it. I love my mom and I can’t imagine a life without her.
ReplyDeleteMe and my mother bond over cooking as well. It’s so much fun to watch and see her in her element(not in a sexist way).
DeleteI love when my mother cooks as well, I try help but cant cook for my live and I always almost cut my hand.
Deleteawe I love eating my moms cooking too , sometimes I cook for her
DeleteWhen I think about my mother I think about comfort and home. Whenever I have any worries or I'm really stressed over my grades and feel overwhelmed she comforts me and tells me everything is ok. I think moments like those are what brought us together more compared to when I was younger. I I get a lot of comments from family members that I look a lot like my mom when she was younger and get called a "mini her". I don't really see it but I know I have her smile lines.
ReplyDeleteI like that comfort and home its very warm and your mom its very kind I can see.
DeleteI can relate with you because when I think of my mom I also find comfort and home. Im glad that your mom is there when you need her.
DeleteYour mom sounds really nice and thats good that she can comfort you.
DeleteIt's always good to know where you can go for comfort and having it be someone so close is a great feeling.
DeleteYour mother sounds like a lovely woman, it is indeed amazing to have a comforting relationship with your mother
DeleteWhen I think about my mother，the images that first pop into my mind will always be she’s hand. My mom is a nurse and I think that is a most benifit career for a family because when I was growing up, I didn’t have to go to the hospital every time I got sick and to small kids The most terrible thing about getting an vaccination is to let a stranger get an vaccination even if he is a doctor，but I don't need to scared because my mother will give me the vaccination everytime I need. I will look at my mom’s hand everytime，watching carefully on she's wrinkles on the back of the hand. I find that the faster I grow, the more wrinkles she has. But a nurse does not belong to one family, she have to help more people，so I began to pay attention to myself not to let her always worry about me. I became strong inside. I don’t need my mom to be the only one who can give me vaccination.
ReplyDeleteWhen I think of my mother, I think of my culture. My mother was born in the Dominican Republic and came to American in her early 20's. When I think of her, the images that pop into my mind are food. I wasn't really one to ask my mother about her childhood, because unlike mine, she didn't have it so easy. She learned to cook by herself and it was always her defense mechanism. Now every time I eat food, I ALWAYS compare it to hers! Also whenever I see a food I want to try on social media, she tries to recreate it. She isn't a professional chef, but she tries to be. She puts the extra mile on things that don't matter to any regular person. She inspires me too be ambitious and to have incentives.
ReplyDeleteI LOVEEE! It's so cute how your mom recreates food she sees on Instagram, I do the same but mostly with baking stuff. I love how our mothers put so much time into something, I like how I am like that as well. <3
DeleteWhen I think of my mother , I think of honesty ,happiness , and strength. My mom's dream wasn't to be living in America but she valued the idea of family. My mom , my brother, and I came to America to live with my dad together, as a whole. Even though it was a tough transition, my mother never showed us sadness. Actually, she always showed me to look at the bright side of things. When I think of my mom , I think of my best-friend. She never fails to tell me the truth, to make me laugh , or to give me advice. She is someone I can trust more than anything in the world. My mom and I have the same nose, mouth, and eye color. Also, both of us have a dimple on our right cheek. Both of us have the same morals and values in life. Something she would always told me that stuck with me is "never do what you don't want others to do to you". Because of my mom I always push myself to do the best that I can. She showed me how to be responsible, polite, and respectful towards other. Also, something me and my mom share , and what I think makes us closer, is our humor. Its crazy how we laugh at the same things when others aren't but I think this is what makes me and my mom closer than ever. My mom and I also have the same fear of rats. I cherish every moment that I spend with her because she means everything to me.
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Deletehaha my mother and I hate spiders. I cherish every moment with both my parents as well <3
Deletewhen I think about my mother the first thing that come's up is our features we share then how she's a hard working person and was able to raise two girls by herself me and my mom both have the same widows peak, the same shaped lips and nose. although me and my mom aren't really close I admire her for pushing her self through medical school while having me and being pregnant with my sister it wasn't easy.
ReplyDeleteWhen I think about my mom two things pop into my head and those are; the color yellow and Sunday. Yellow isn't her favorite color it's actually black but yellow makes me think of her because it captures her personality really well, she's an optimist that never knows when to quit and it's one of her many admirable traits. As for Sunday I would say it's her day, on Sundays is when she does stuff that she enjoys to do and now whenever I think of her I think about all of the fun things we got to do on Sundays. While I would say we think alike we share a disconnect in culture which changes our perspectives in the world and it's always been a disconnect. But nevertheless she never fails to light up someones day.
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ReplyDeleteWhen it comes to my mother there is infinite love there that I feel inside and out. One trait I feel we both share is our rebelliousness. When my mother was younger I do know that many of the behavioral characteristics j display now are traits she had show her mother (my grandmother) when she was young. My mother was free and wild and that is something I will always remember her for having, as well as having one of the biggest hearts I’ve ever seen. When I think about my mother the image that pops into my head would be the image of her face and all of its beauty. I don’t necessarily imagine her smiling all the time but just simply looking at me . We are always connected by heart but sometimes we disconnect when we have verbal disagreements which would play a part on us both mentally. No matter what there is love involved.
When it comes to my mother i think of love.She's always cheerful.She's very creative.She gives good advice.She's a great teacher.She's a wonderful cook.She literally does it all. Growing up, my mom was always a working mom.She loves to travel.She has a lot of life lessons and stories to tell. Me and my silbings just laugh.
ReplyDeletewhen i think of my mother, i think of hospitality and comfort. whenever i am away from home, i miss her bringing me food and talking to me. she is very witty and makes me laugh with her little remarks about my father annoying tendencies. i am disconnected to my mom culturally and lingually. she barely speaks english and i barely speak bengali. i disagree with most of her viewpoints on life. she comes from a different time and setting. i have accepted the fact that we may never really form a strong connection and that's okay because i do still care for her. some physical traits we share are out eyes. i can tell i got my eyes from her. and her laugh, when my mother bursts out in laughter, i see myself and it kind of startles me.
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