(Something in my past that helps me understand why I chose this project)

Growing up there were so many memories of me and my mom. We’ve always been such good friends. We do everything together. At first it started off as just normal mother and child things like, going to the store, picking up the laundry, dropping my sibblings off at school and picking them up. But then it grew into her bringing me to work with her and going to PTA meetings with her. After we moved from Louisiana I feel like our friendship strengthened, staying home on the weekends having craft nights, movie nights. My friendship with my mom started to dwindle when I graduated high school. Everything that i built with her started crumbling down around me so fastly, especially her respect and trust for me went out the window.

But the memory that stands out the most for me that made me decide to write my project about her is the moment I realized how much I took her for granted after everything she has sacrificed and done for me. This memory didn’t happen not too long ago, actually 19 months and five days ago:

A nurse walks over, wrapping him in an itchy hospital baby blanket. Even though my body’s still shacking my eyes could not be more still, just staring at this beautiful baby boy who I just brought into the world. I remember the nurse asking me if i wanted to nurse him and instinctively I pull down on my gown. The moment my breast flopped down I watched his little body crawl across my chest searching for the nipple and the minute he latched on I felt this deep sense of pride.  I glanced over at my mom who stood only a few feet away from me and she was looking at me with this nostalgic, peaceful serene look. It made me feel good that, for the first time in a long time she was proud of me. I have not want to do anything but make my parents proud, especially my mom what she thinks of me means the world and that’s how i knew i wanted to do my project on my mom.