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The boundless love a parent has for their child is matched only by their capacity to embarrass them.
My Mother, the most inspirational woman in my life
The woman I respect and admire most is my mother. A brief recollection of her background is my mother was born in a city called Lagos in Nigeria, and among 13 children her own Mum had, there was only two survivors, my mum and her older sister. From a young age, my mother has always been ambitious. She left Nigeria in the 50s to emigrate to the United Kingdom. My mother put herself through school and became a nurse. She met my father and had 6 children, which I am the last but also a twin, and all of us were girls. This, will not be accepted by the African culture, because boys do carry the family name. My mother was tricked back to Africa,selling all her belongings, her house,cars, and was deceived by her husband to deposit it into his account. On getting back to Nigeria, my mother’s suffering began. She was beaten, cheated on, and many cucumbines of my father and his family mocked her. My mother being a strong woman, focused on her work and children. While my father was busy with his adulterous lifestyle, even bearing three children out of wedlock, my mother was busy building a house, a business and a future for herself and her children. One day, my mother woke us all up in the night and we drove to our new house. Although the house built did not have a roof, we the children loved lying down peacefully and looking up to the moon and stars, relieved that we have left the abusive conditions. The house was built and finished while we lived there. My mother delved into work, opening a chemist and a farm which we bred chickens which eventually became a poultry and the main source of egg distribution in our area. My mother showed her kindness and generosity, by helping The villagers and anyone needing medical care, free of charge. At a young age of 5, we started learning and helping in cleaning wounds, assuring patients and helping with medications under the supervision of our mother. My mother worked really hard, and we as children helped. In 1982, one one fateful day, an uncle visited us to inform us about the death of my father, he died in a car crash which, one of his cuncumbines was in the car, her son, and one of my eldest sister, he was escaping with his girlfriend and their son, when he only met his untimely death. This affected my mother a great deal, but as we were young, we could not comprehend what was going on, but we knew that we had just lost our father, but we were never close to him to cry. My mother then decided it was time for all of us to leave the country as she saw our situation as vulnerable, and many people would like to take advantage of us. My mother sold her poultry and chemist, and bought all six children our ticket to freedom, back to the United Kingdom. Challenges in the UK was met by my fierce mother, and she brought all her girls up to work hard, have a good income to support ourselves and taught us to always stand for our rights, apologize if we are wrong, and to be kind and selfless to others. My mother shaped 4 of her children into the medical career, one of my sister became a doctor, another a pharmacist, and two of us became a nurses. My mother has always been an inspiration to me and continues to be, her selflessness, kindness and her non judgmental character has shaped me into the woman I am today. I have 5 children, and I am fortunate to have boys among my children. Now my mother is at a old age with grandchildren and great grandchildren, and the envy of the family who once cast her out and now her children are who they look up too for help and advice. My mother is a great inspiration to my generation, her generation, and other generations to come. Her hard work and prevalence paid well, and now my mother is still working hard to help people even at the age of 82, which I find admirable and I do have a lot of respect for my mother and what she has been through, her story is a survival story.
By Taiye Fajemisin Adeyemi6 years ago in Families
Whose the Boss - The Parent or the Child
The question ‘Should parents be allowed to smack their child?’ was recently posted on a popular social media site. A string of comments followed. The younger generation was against corporal punishment, the older generation saw nothing wrong with it.
By Conny Manero6 years ago in Families
Parents' Habits
Parents’ habits can greatly affect a child’s life since parents can influence them. As the child is growing up, they look up to see what their parents do and usually just mimic their actions. Since parents are the ones who teach their child first before school, the parent’ habits can affect them in both positive and negative ways.
By Jaymie Suh6 years ago in Families
Mary - Our MOM
MARY - Favored, Uplifting, and a Survivor is the lady that I have known all my life. She is the one who gave me and my sisters life. She has been a very important part to our family because she never gave up when the road got tough. She never gave up on us and she made sacrifices to assure that her girls made something of themselves. I grateful for the Powers to Be for giving us her as a mother each day. She wasn't perfect but she was faithful to her children and family. She was strict but loving. She is strong but gentle. She is funny and serious. She is a survivor of life's ups and downs and always finds a way to rejoice in the journey. She is about to celebrate 82 years of life on March 26 giving to those around her to make sure they were okay. When our father was away in Vietnam she held down the fort of taking care of 3 little girls and his aging parents. When dad came home he had a hard time holding down a job but mom made sure we never missed a beat. There was always food on the table and we had clothes on our back, roof over our heads and she made sure we were in school every day. It was only later in life that we had a better understand of her life when we were young and many wouldn't understand until they grow up and have children and have to make sacrifices. She was and is a precious to us.
By Valerie Hall Butler6 years ago in Families
A 4ft 11" inspiration
The woman who has really inspired me, particularly once I became a mother myself and started to UNDERSTAND, you know, really GET, just how tough being a parent can be - is my mum. My mum is called Julie, and she's now nearly sixty, which I find astonishing as in my mind I'm still a little girl and she's still a young, pretty mother, with big, soulful green eyes, straight brown hair, and huge owl glasses. Standing approximately 4 feet 11 inches tall, yet with the strength and courage of a giant.
By Karen Cave6 years ago in Families
A Love That Came Back For Me
Act 1: The Birth of a Baby Boy All her life, she wanted to give birth to baby girls. It didn't matter how many, but she knew she wanted multiple. To bring forth life to a baby girl, and to watch her grow up to be just like mom was all she had hoped for in life. And so they married with the intent to have children, my mom and dad before I met them. One girl, then another, and another, if they got so lucky. All girls against one dad, they were gonna rule the house with sass, laughs, and all that.
By Kevin Samuel Hart6 years ago in Families
A Frizzy Sage
Imagine open arms and wistful, whimsical long hair sending an invitation into your heart. This image is my mother. Wild like the mystical sirens of the sea, or what most people refer to as a mermaid. One's upbringing washes up as a flurry of experiences living in the past. Whether I am reading a book or doodling on sketchbook paper, my mama is responsible for the ways in which I see reading, art, artists, cultural understanding, and acceptance others. A professional artist with children is not a combination most women put on their life wish list. My mother, however, took this combination with an immense integrity and joy. My siblings and I played lookouts on the roadside of the Shenandoah mountains, whilst my mother hunted for the perfect fallen tree trunk. I remember feeling like the protector of my mother's soon-to-be-discovered treasure. After our getaway trunk heist, we were congratulated with a raspberry licorice treat from the health food store. Unlike some artists who had to teach themselves the artistic process, my mother gave us frequent lessons on this tedious, eye-opening journey of the artist with her found and magical materials.
By Karen J. Imas6 years ago in Families
