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I am sitting in this blank room looking for something to inspire me when suddenly I look out my dorm room window and a wafting smell of brownies fills my nostrils. Immediately I begin to think about how much I really admire my mom for her many accomplishments and her overcoming of many obstacles. She has always been there for me. No matter the circumstances she has always risen to the occasion, helping me to accomplish my own desires and goals.
My mom has jet-black curly hair, she is about 6 feet tall, and her complexion is age» defying, like Julie Andrews as Peter Pan. Her skin is as soft as a hand quilted blanket that keeps you warm during the winter. Her eyes a tigress gold and sea green in color. The two colors look as if they were in a constant battle for dominance, She smells of a sunny spring day when all the wild flowers are in bloom. This is what makes up my mom’s looks, here’s what makes up her soul.
My mother’s name is Sarat She was born in Macon, Georgia. Her dad was judge in the courts of Georgia and her mother was a housewife, They also had a maid by the name of Milly, They raised my mom with an upper-class stern hand, teaching her under the code of the South. She was an only child living in the 50’s when there was no television. The only entertainment she had was her baby dolls and a vivid imagination.
She would tell me stories of the time she would spend at an old, child-size oak table, hosting tea parties for her dolls. She would have conversations and arguments, drinking invisible tea as the adults did in those days, She said she would always mimic her mother’s friends when they would come for tea. When she finally matured into a young teenager with the knowledge of the world, began to rebel (as all teenagers of the 505 era did), running around with young boys, cursing the strips, and smoking cigarettes with her influential friends.
Luckily, she still made it through high school and graduated as valedictorian, After high school, she decided to attend the University of Georgia in the fall with the influence of her parents backing her decision. Not really ever having a chance to “expand her horizons,” she spread her wings as if a newly hatched bird learning to fly for the first time She probably stayed in school for maybe 10 months until she decided that she did not need an education, Her best friend in school talked her into believing something and they took off, leaving all of their belongings, They left in such a hurry that my mom forgot to pack her shoes. Their destination was Washington, D.C. Once they got there, my mom’s brilliant ideas came to stop, and they had nothing. While my mom was gallivanting around in Washington, a student in Georgia began to worry about her. His name was Michael, and he was a basketball player who liked my mom a lot.
He found out that she indeed had left school and was off finding herself in Washington. He then got the notion to go find her, scoop her up, and bring her back home and marry her. After he brought her back, they settled down and he finished schoolt Then they moved to Massachusetts so that Michael could attend grad schoolt In the process, my brother was born in February 1972, Here a problem arose on how to afford grad school and keep a housewife and newborn happy, so my mom willingly took the role of a working parent. She worked two jobs to keep her husband in school, food on the table, and put clothes on her son’s back. They lived there for three years. Deciding they could not afford living in Massachusetts, they moved north to Vermont. Then my father once again applied for grad school at the University of Vermont. Same as before, my mom was the sole provider for the household, Yet this time she was pregnant again with my sister. Nine months later, my sister was born.
Then my dad graduated from grad school and found a good local job. Now that my dad was out of school, my mom got her chance to return to school, so she applied to University of Vermont and attended for two years, when suddenly my dad decides to move again, not thinking of my mom’s wants or what he may be doing to the family. They move to Rhode Island, Never going against her husband’s word, mom goes along with his plans. Once there, she applied to school at the University of Rhode Island. There she stays for three years, completing her bachelor’s degrees I say “degrees” because as much transferring as she did, she accumulated many credit hours and graduated with four bachelor’s degrees, After she got her degrees, her and Michael mutually decided to move to New Jersey, This is when my mom decided after seven years that she wanted another child. They discussed it, but Michael did not want a third child.
This did not stop my mom, so she waited until she was ovulating and got pregnant, unbeknownst to Michaeli Nine months later, Michael gets a phone call from a Philadelphia hospital saying that his wife was in labori On April 1977, I was born. Soon after, we decided to move to Tennessee They lived there for about a year and a half and then moved back to Georgia, coming full circle. It was here my mom decided to defy her southern morals and leave her husband. Now alone with three children, she moved to Hillsborough, Nonh Carolina. At this point, my brother and sister were 12 and 13 years of age, so this gave my mom a chance to find a good job close to home, She found a job working for the mayor, For the first four years of living in North Carolina we had no car, We had a red flyer wagon that my mom would pull to the store with me in it, getting groceries from the A&P. When I turned 6 years old we got our first car.
It was an orange Honda Rabbit with only one car seati We took two kitchen chairs and placed them in the back and whoever sat shot gun had to sit in the floor. Imagine going to school and being dropped off in that. l have one memory of being dropped off at school and as my mom pulls away, the passenger side door fell off. We had to get a hefty cinch sack and make it into a door. Then my mom bought our next car for $300. It was a Chevrolet Duster that was extra-long and green. This car would leave a smoke trail thick enough for Hansel and Gretel to find their way home. When we would pull into the schoolyard in this car all the kids would start singing in tune the Batman theme as we got out of the car. Finally, my mom met someone new. I was about eight at the time we decided to move to Mebanet We still live in Mebane, where we are living happily togethert Again, I admire my mother for her constant effort in keeping her children safe and the fact that she was always strong-willed enough to accomplish all of her personal goals. Lastly, but most importantly, her attitude in never letting the tough obstacles to get her down. I love my mom with all of my heart, and I always and forever will.
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