My Mother: The Best Mother

My mother has always had major health issues, going in and out of hospitals all the time, but she wouldn't go down without a fight, and luckily, we still have her here with us. Any mother would want the best for her children, so one day my mom dropped everything in Reynosa and decided to move here, to the United States, in order to give us more opportunities and a real chance to succeed. Therefore, my parents have taught me to be the responsible, strong, and hard working person I am today.

My mother is always creating and crafting things. My mom can help me create a cool-looking project for school to baking a delicious cake for my birthday. Her mind is filled

My mom has been through a lot with me she got me healthy even if she was sick during the time I was a baby, She has helped me with my reading and writing disability and has pushed me to do my best. She is a strong confident woman that is loving she loves to attend to people and has a great smile. She has shown me that even if times are hard you have to bring your head up and raise it high. I maybe a mama’s boy but my mom is one of my greatest role models and people I admire.

​Parents are one of the most beautiful things that could happen to anyone. They are always there by your side no matter what; they always want the best for their children. They can be strict and protective, its because they love their kids and they don’t want them to get hurt. My parents are special to me because with all the hard time that they had to have me and my siblings in their life they still fought for us and didn’t give up, even after 17 years of trying. But for me? The greatest of all is my mom. She is the one that I look up too. She is the greatest of all. Simple, funny, strict, protective, but yet she is the best.

From working several jobs at a time to make sure I had everything I needed, she became the reason why I was raised the way I raised. The lesson that “ I should treat everyone like the most important person in the world because I will never know when I might need them” was engraved in my head was owned by my mother. Sometimes she would tell me that she had holes in her socks and I knew it was due to most of her money going towards my private school tuition in order for me to be able to have the best education I could get. My mother is my background, my identity, interest, and talent. She is truly the one that has set me up for success, regardless of how fatigued or overworked she is. She is the person who truly defines who I am and who I have become to this

She has taught me so many moral values to life and has made me the man I am

Growing up, my mom was a big impact on my life. Two days of the week she was a dental assistant. The other days she was just my mom. When she came home on the days after work she would smell minty and fresh from working in her dental office. I feel blessed to have been able to have my mother as a constant influence in my life. She showed me that I could be as mother as well as have a good job; I did not need to pick one or the other. My mother taught me how to stand up for myself and how not to be a pushover. One of the most important things I think that my mother taught me was how to be compassionate. Even as a young child when I heard about some of the terrible things that had happened in the world, my heart broke for those

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My mother has sacrificed a lot through the years. She has tirelessly worked to raise nine children. She has balanced work, life and family with perfection. There are times when others are selfish but my mother doesn’t have one selfish bone in her body. She is the type of person that would give you the shirt off

We drove for what seemed hours to my six year old self. When we arrived in the parking lot of the hospital, which I can never remember the name of, he told us why we were there. Lauren threw a fit, screaming and crying like someone was hurting her. She shouted “I never wanted him”. I believe that is still to this day the biggest lie she has ever told. We walked up to the big glass hospital doors, and straight through them to the elevator. I waited and waited for what seemed forever until the big silver doors opened, and my dad showed us which way to go. We walked past room after room listening to the crying and sometimes laughter. Finally, we got to the right room and we walked in. There sat my mother on a hospital bed. She didn’t seem hurt or in pain, but they said it was happening fast. At one point my mother’s father (Poppy) took us down to the cafe, and all I remember is that hospitals have very good spaghetti. My Poppy got a phone call and all of the sudden we were on the move, going through the halls like there was a fire we were trying to escape from. When we got back to my mother’s hospital room, everyone looked so upset; their faces, eyes and cheeks were red and

She had just gotten off of work a few minutes before she got there to pick us up. Once my mom dropped my brother and I off we swapped cars. The drive to Chicago was very long it was an hour and 11 minutes from LaPorte. We were half an hour away from where we were going to. my brother flipped out and handed me a paper and started recording me. I told him “what do I read?” and he said “start from the top and read down.” I kept reading the paper and reading I didn't know it what it was for. all of a sudden it hit me my heart was pounding and of course I screamed what is all the paper and read it I saw where I was going to and it was not out to eat or to a carnival it was to a stadium. I was going to Soldier Field to a soccer game which read Argentina vs. Panama. from the minute I read the ticket I was so excited I was going to get to see you my favorite soccer player live. My favorite soccer player is Lionel Messi he plays for Barcelona and Argentina he is the top player of his teams. My brother and his girlfriend new that I would find out where I was going if I saw all the people outside walking down the streets with soccer

Success can be defined in many different ways. My mother came from poverty and lots of hardships which made her persevere to have a better life than what she has come up from. She believes “Success is maintaining your level of ambition until you reach your goals, success is never giving up”.

My mom, Brandy Tottress, is what I call a real fighter. She is a single parent that works full-time and is in the process of building her own business. My mom has always been my biggest cheerleader. She refuses to let me be down and stay down. She’s always telling to breathe and don’t stress. I am legally blind in my left eye so there are times when all the class reading can be stressful. My mom will come in and read the information to me to give my “good eye” a break. There are a lot of times that I know my mom maybe going through something but I watch her pick herself and keep going. That’s my mom she’s my rock!

Besides being compassionate my mother is thoughtful. She stays at work late if someone needs help with theirs. She brings my grandmother dinner and runs errands for her. She is always putting others before herself. For instance, last year I began singing in the choir at Iowa State. It was really important to me because singing has always been a passion of mine. She drove to Ames for every single concert. It meant a lot to me to have her in the audience supporting me. This year I also started singing in the choir at my church. I was really excited and nervous about singing the first Sunday so few days before I was going to sing she gave me a beautiful necklace with a star pendant on it. I remember her warm hug and her telling me good luck and that I was ‘her star’. It touched me that she took time out of her busy schedule to encourage and support things that she knew were important to me. She could have just wished me well and enjoyed her few minutes of spare time, but instead she put me first.

A mother is someone who can take the place of all others but no one can take the place of her. There are many different definitions you could use to describe your mother. My mother, Pam Krull, fits every one of those. Today I decided to pick the three that I thought was most important to me. I admire and aspire to be like my mother because of how supportive, how selfless, and how loving she is.