Wrote this one over Spring Break
Two Of A Kind
By: Lauren Jewell Sroka
There she sat at the computer, where she sat most nights to relax. Each night she listened to music and played games on the internet. There was a time when I had disliked her, but what can I say she was my mother after all.
Here I am on another break from college, and she was still the same old mom. I after all had changed. I am not sure what was different about me, but I know that I was. She had and my father had told me one time soon after I had gone to college. She and I happened to get along much better since I went away to school. Maybe it was the fact that I finally knew what she went though all these years with me, my sister, and my brother. But mainly me. I finally saw and hear how hard being a mother is.
When I was in third grade, I was diagnosed with a learning disability called Dyslexia. I hated school at the that time. My mom told me how hard it was to get me to do any of my homework. And to tell you the truth, I really don’t remember any of that. I knew that I hated school, but I don’t remember how hard it was for me. I think that I some how blocked that all out of my head. I didn’t and don’t want to remember any of it.
Middle School wasn’t any easier either. At lease not my sixth grade year. But my seventh and eighth grade year were easier. For my school work and homework that is. I still didn’t have a lot of friends. I mean everyone knew who I was, but everyone would like the start rumors about me and things of that nature. My mother was by my side for all that too. I didn’t understand any thing, I didn’t know why these girls were so rude and mean to me. My mother told me time and time again, that I was just too nice. I used to think, that you are suppose to be nice to everyone. So I fought with my mother over this issue, until one day I woke up.
I was in high school when that happened. I was tired of always taking back the same people over and over again. I was so dumb, they treated me like crap time and time again. My mother still stood by my side. I wanted to ask her why? But then again I already knew that answer. No matter what happened, she loved me for me. She was the one that helped me do my homework, study for a test, was the shoulder I cried on when I got dumped by a boy, was there when some girls decided to make my life a living hell. She helped me when I was sick, she was my taxi driver, the formal dress shopper, the latest tend spotter. She was my everything. She was my friend, my mother, my mommy, my mom.
Without this woman, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. She means the world to me, if anything would ever happen to her I would just die. People say that I look just like her, I just smile and say thanks. When I tell her that she laughs and says something like “oh you poor child.” I just tell her that I know now that I am going to look really good when I get older. To you mom, I am the young woman I am today.
By: Lauren Jewell Sroka
There she sat at the computer, where she sat most nights to relax. Each night she listened to music and played games on the internet. There was a time when I had disliked her, but what can I say she was my mother after all.
Here I am on another break from college, and she was still the same old mom. I after all had changed. I am not sure what was different about me, but I know that I was. She had and my father had told me one time soon after I had gone to college. She and I happened to get along much better since I went away to school. Maybe it was the fact that I finally knew what she went though all these years with me, my sister, and my brother. But mainly me. I finally saw and hear how hard being a mother is.
When I was in third grade, I was diagnosed with a learning disability called Dyslexia. I hated school at the that time. My mom told me how hard it was to get me to do any of my homework. And to tell you the truth, I really don’t remember any of that. I knew that I hated school, but I don’t remember how hard it was for me. I think that I some how blocked that all out of my head. I didn’t and don’t want to remember any of it.
Middle School wasn’t any easier either. At lease not my sixth grade year. But my seventh and eighth grade year were easier. For my school work and homework that is. I still didn’t have a lot of friends. I mean everyone knew who I was, but everyone would like the start rumors about me and things of that nature. My mother was by my side for all that too. I didn’t understand any thing, I didn’t know why these girls were so rude and mean to me. My mother told me time and time again, that I was just too nice. I used to think, that you are suppose to be nice to everyone. So I fought with my mother over this issue, until one day I woke up.
I was in high school when that happened. I was tired of always taking back the same people over and over again. I was so dumb, they treated me like crap time and time again. My mother still stood by my side. I wanted to ask her why? But then again I already knew that answer. No matter what happened, she loved me for me. She was the one that helped me do my homework, study for a test, was the shoulder I cried on when I got dumped by a boy, was there when some girls decided to make my life a living hell. She helped me when I was sick, she was my taxi driver, the formal dress shopper, the latest tend spotter. She was my everything. She was my friend, my mother, my mommy, my mom.
Without this woman, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. She means the world to me, if anything would ever happen to her I would just die. People say that I look just like her, I just smile and say thanks. When I tell her that she laughs and says something like “oh you poor child.” I just tell her that I know now that I am going to look really good when I get older. To you mom, I am the young woman I am today.